When my Uncle Yaakov died, it affected my mother more than it did me, but it was how my mother reacted that impacted me. Once we heard the news that my Uncle Yaakov died in a car crash in Detroit while traveling for the Rebe...my mother let out this long, angstful wail and the wail still rings in my ears to this day. My mother went into a deep depression; she became this whole new person. At age 6, I did not understand why my mother went from taking walks with me, reading the Torah to me, and tucking me into bed at night, to never getting out of bed, never eating, and never speaking to anyone anymore. I would ask my father questions about my mother. “Papa, why
When my Uncle Yaakov died, it affected my mother more than it did me, but it was how my mother reacted that impacted me. Once we heard the news that my Uncle Yaakov died in a car crash in Detroit while traveling for the Rebe...my mother let out this long, angstful wail and the wail still rings in my ears to this day. My mother went into a deep depression; she became this whole new person. At age 6, I did not understand why my mother went from taking walks with me, reading the Torah to me, and tucking me into bed at night, to never getting out of bed, never eating, and never speaking to anyone anymore. I would ask my father questions about my mother. “Papa, why