The Rav of the shule where I grew up, where I had my bar mitzvah and my ufruff, passed away today. Growing up, I could never imagine a world without him in it.
I have lost someone I truly admire, a Rav and talmud chacham, as well as a close friend of my late parents. My mesader kedushin. A Rav who knew how to answer questions from people in a way that the questioner would not be embarrassed. a Rav with patience. A Rav who made sure all the boys learned how to daven properly for the amud and how to lein. A Rav who pushed the shule board (and some very reluctant board members) for a NCSY chapter. How do we know he was successful? About 95% of the kids who were frum back then are still frum today, with frum families.
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