We have lost a gem. We have lost a giant. We have lost a man who in his most humble and, loving and genuine way, lived and loved. We have lost a tzaddik who knew no bounds, no end. We remain bereft. we remain orphaned. We remain broken,, unable to cope with our loss.
Words are not enough. The tears are rolling, and seem to have no end.
The few months I spent in Vancouver meeting the tzaddik of our time have been the most precious. How lucky I was to have sought his guidance, learned one on one, attended his shiurim, and even called him from home a few times. How lucky I was to encounter him in Crown Heights, and be bentched by him, and to have seen his brachos come true!
What is there to say? What could be said? How I feel striped of a father,, how I feel so broken.
Dena, my heart goes out to you and your most beautiful family. How blessed I was to have been in your house and seen the true meaning of a chosid today. There is no one like him.
I only daven and pray that you will find the strength to continue, to persevere through this dark terrible galus, and find shalom.
I just wish the news never came. I can only survive thinking that he really is still here, and that I just can't see him.
I just have to believe that he is still here, still down here with us.
I can't believe anything else.
With love and respect, Yehudis Cohen
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