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This is what pure agony looks like.
Receiving a frantic phone call from your son, saying he got separated from your husband. Calling and calling his phone again and again, but the only response is silence. Finally receiving a knock on the door. Running to open it, but instead of seeing your husband and best friend of twenty years, it’s two cops.
The look on their faces tells you all you need to know.
Standing at his levaya, hearing your own children saying Boruch Dayan Haemes for their dear Tatty being buried, sobbing out their last unheard goodbyes. Their peyos swing and they shake their heads in disbelief, misery etched on their heartbreakingly young faces as a Rav tears their shirts.
Over two years ago, the Tzarfati family lost their father in the terrible Meron tragedy. To them, the loss is still as fresh as if it were yesterday.
“My husband was a tzadik. He wasn’t just my husband, he was our community Rav, and a dear confidante to so many. ,” laments his widow.
“The grief never gets easier, but you learn to live with it, to carry it around with you wherever you go. We miss Tatty so much, and financially it hasn’t been easy. Every month we sink deeper into debt and now, we are on the verge of homelessness. If you can help us at all, we would really appreciate it so much. I am so scared, and I am shouldering this burden all alone.”
Money is being collected via the Vaad HaRabbanim to help save the Tzarfatis from homelessness. Rav Tzarfati was a talmid of Harav Shalom Arush, who wrote a heart-wrenching haskama on the family’s behalf. Click here for the full campaign. Right now, financial help is badly needed.
