Perfect Chizuk at the Precise Moment

What I saw in Skver that day was a lesson in how a Yid approaches the vicissitudes of life.

It all began the week after Shavuos in 2001. A man I never knew, a chassid from Skver, passed away. As he was the father-in-law of a congregant, I traveled to New Square for the levayah.

At the levayah, I watched the Skverer Rebbe mourning and crying over his beloved chassid.

Two hours later, I saw the Rebbe again in the same spot on the steps of the beis medrash. A chuppah now stood exactly where the aron of the deceased chassid had been. I watched in awe as the Rebbe passionately and warmly wished the newly married couple mazel tov, three times.