Rebbetzin Malkah Devorah Wolfson saw herself only as a reflection— of her husband’s Torah and her Creator’s greatness
Sometimes, she’d thank me for walking her home; I found that very funny. Didn’t she realize she was the Rebbetzin? It was an honor for me to accompany her!
Ironically, for all of my years of walking her home a few times each Shabbos, talking to her on the phone, and visiting occasionally, I didn’t know much about her. All I knew was that she loved me, I loved her, and I loved sharing my life with her (and showing off my babies, their outfits and antics).
Speaking to numerous family members — her daughters, daughter-in-law, and granddaughters who observed her in the privacy of her home as they assisted her in her old age — filled in so much information I hadn’t known: her incredible yiras Shamayim, her love of tefillah, and her complete dedication to her husband. I also realized she absolutely didn’t realize that she was the Rebbetzin and that it was a kavod for me to walk her home.
We were separated by enormous age, culture, and personality gaps. What was it that pulled me — and so many others — to the Rebbetzin?
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