She gave me a greater sense ofbitachon than any mussar shmuess could have
AS a rav, I often have to preside at funerals of people I’ve never met — elderly parents of members of my congregation, for example.
This time, I was asked to attend the levayah of Yosef Leib, a 65-year-old man who passed away alone in his apartment. I had never met him, but he must have been an exceptional person.
He was a devoted son, brother, nephew, and uncle who never missed a family event and never forgot a birthday. His kibbud av v’eim was exceptional, and every other week, he spent Shabbos with his elderly mother. It was certainly a zechus to assist at the kevurah of this special Yid.
The following week, I went to be menachem avel at his sister’s house.
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