Rabbi Yitzchok Rubin Rav of Adas Aish Kodesh in Manchester England
She was Rebbetzin Rubin, but she was known as Chaiky. She had a way with people. Everyone who knew her felt loved and embraced by her – because she loved life, and she loved the people in her life. Whether it was her congregants or the ladies from the exercise class she gave, they all felt how deeply she cared.
Chaiky was a powerhouse of a person. She was always on the go, yet somehow had time for everyone. She was on the phone with her grandson Pinny one day, but she needed to leave to be on time for her exercise class. She handed the phone to her husband and told him, “Here, you talk to Pinny.” And then she died.
Her husband, a choshuve rav and mechanech, introduces himself as Chaiky’s husband. Because to him that is who he is. He is everything because of his wife. It is four years now since her petirah. He says, “The searing pain has diminished somewhat, but it hasn’t disappeared. I live with it always.”
Yet through his pain he talks about accepting difficult nisyonos.
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