Yiddishefroy- As a young boy I lived on 55th street, the Kapishnizer’s block. (My zaida was the weekday gabbai). We davened there Friday nights. I recall him coming out of the private room in which he davened and I believe that is the closest I will get to seeing a Maalach. Everyone went to say good Shabbos and I can recall the huge smile he gave me as he said gut shabbbos to me and shook my hand as he would to an adult rather than a 6 year old.
I also recall once collecting with my pushka on thirteenth ave. on a Friday afternoon. I saw his son, Rav Zisha zt’l, walking down the block with carrying boxes that literally reached his head. I stepped aside as I didn’t want to bother him. He would have none of that. He spied me and put down his boxes one by one and with a huge smile gave me a QUARTER, when a penny or nickel was the norm.
Many years later I was walking in the bais hakvoros in Teverya and was shocked to see the matzaiva of the rebbe, (since most of the kvorim are quite old);then I looked down and saw a fresh grave without a matzaiva…the handwritten marker indicated it was Rav Zisha’s grave. I broke down crying as all the aforementioned thoughts came racing back to me.