“Eight years ago, I found myself sitting Shiva in Jeruselam after the sudden passing of my dear brother, Yaakov.”
Story by: Mendy Pellin
Eight years ago, I found myself sitting Shiva in Jeruselam after the sudden passing of my dear brother, Yaakov. I tried to scratch together a minyan to say kaddish during Shiva, but it was way more challenging than expected. And I was in a pretty dark headspace. So I gave up.On the 6th day of Shiva, Yaakov Shwekey called me. He was in Jerusalem for a show and wanted to swing by for a Shiva call. He asked what time Shachris was. I told him I wasn’t able to arrange a minyan and that he should swing by after daavening. He didn’t listen.
He stopped by before daavening – bringing an entire minyan with him.
Some people just don’t listen. Those are the people that spread light.
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