My beloved mother, Hensha Lipschutz, a”h,

My beloved mother, Hensha Bas Yosef, a”h, Yahrzeit was 28th of Kislev. She was a very big Tzadekes. In and out of the home. She was beloved by so many. Many of Hamodia readers who live in Boro Park in particular or occasionally go there, if they don’t know her by name, know her by sight. A short woman, but tall with Mitzvahs, she wore a hat on top of her blond sheitel. My mother often collected and distributed Tzedakah to help poor families here and in Eretz Yisroel and as well as Yeshivas and organizations When asking for Tzedakah, my mother would sometimes say “a penny and up.”

Many know her for her good Vorts, Brochos and words of Chizuk. Many whom gave her lifts by car, were uplifted by her as well. She would often say her good vorts and also mention that “the car is called Hachnosas Orchim.” People raved about her. Someone who gave her a lift,once told me, “She was amazing lady! I used to take her home from KRM (supermarket) and she used to give me Brachas every time I took her home. I used to love meeting her just so I can take her home!” Someone else told me that she only gave my mother a lift once but said, I got such Chizuk from her!” Someone else said, “I gave her a ride, She gave me so many Brochos. It was worth it!”

My mother would tell people, to say after Havdalah, (a daughter of a Rebbe suggested to say) ”The Sanzer Rebbe the Baal Divrei Chaim, Zeicher Tzaddik Kodesh L’vrocho, z’chus yogainu al kol Yisroel” “Hashem Yisborach zol geben koach, moach and gelt oiyach and mazal hoiach, ad b’as goel tzeddek, bimhaira, biyomeinu amain!” “Hagefen – (hay) Hatzlacha, (gimmel) Gezund, (Pay) Parnassa and (nun) Nachas” “Life is fragile, handle with prayer.” ”Wear a smile, one smile fits all – Ivdu es Hashem B’simcha” “You are not fully dressed unless you wear a smile.” “A smile is a curve that makes so many things straight..” It take 2 muscles to smile and 72 muscles to frown, so you might as well smile” “Yesterday is history, tomorrow is mystery, and today is a gift from Hashem, enjoy it!. ” “Boruch Hashem, Yom Yom.” “Chofetz Chaim said about Mazal – Mem is Mokom, Zein is Zman, Lamed is La’asos – Hishtadlus.” “You do your best, and Hashem will do the rest.” And she would often say, “Zei Gebencht.” Whatever my mother said, said, she fully meant it! , My mother would tell women who were pregnant to say when they go into labor, “Beraishes Bara Elokim Es Hashamayim V’es Haaretz, Ven der mant as der eibershter hut bashafen the himmel un erd, a chut shel chessed vet arumgeringilt der mench.” People would get back to her and told her they did say that and that they had an easy childbirth. In general, people have told me that she gave them brochos and the Brochos were mekayim!

My mother had a a very big influence on people, had inspired many and changed people’s lives for the better.

My mother’s had great Yiras Shamayim and Middos Tovos, She loved Hashem, and I would often hear her say, “Heliger Bashefer, Ich Hub Dear Shtark Lieb My Tierer Heliger Bashefer.” I had video taped my mother saying her Divrei Torah that she would usually said on Shabbos. When I taped it, it was the week of Parshas Vayigash. (She was niftar, years later, the week of Parshas Vayigash.) One of the great things my mother said on this video, “Yosef Hatzadik and his brothers- he gave them mechilah, slicha. We have to do that too - we have to give slicha and mechila to people If you are easy going in judgement - Hashem wil be easy going with you. So you do yourself a favor by giving people mechilah gemorah When somebody asks you mechilah, you give them mechilah gemorah, . So Hashem will give you Mechlah Gemura

My mother was a very positive person. She would say, “Accenutuate the positive, eliminate the negative.” “Don’t tell Hashem how big your problems are, but tell your problems how big Hashem is!” Everything was Gam Zu L’tovah.

My mother grew up in the East Bronx. An Article in the Hamodia Inyan Magazine in 2012 titled “More On The Bronx Back Then”, written by Rabbi Reuven Bleich, reminisced, “In the next apartment house, lived the Rubenstein’s, a family who’s children are Rabbonim and Torah Scholars.” Rabbi Bleich was referring to my mother’s brothers.

My grandmother – my mother’s mother, was a great Tzadekes as well and would also collect Tzedakah. She would also do all the mending and sewing for her children and grandchildren. Many remember her collecting Tzedakah in front of Kosher Delight on 13th Ave. in Boro Park. My mother would occasionally accompany her, propping my mother up with a blanket, making sure her mother was comfortable. She was very Mechabed her mother.

One of the great many mitzvahs my mother did along with her mother, for decades was Taharos. Even when my mother had a young family living in East Flatbush, no where near any funeral chapels, she would get up early in the morning to to do Taharahs. She would go to Boro Park, Flatbush, Williamsburg and sometimes to Manhattan and New Jersey to do Taharos. She didn’t always get paid, but when she did, she would give double Maaser. One of the women who did Taharahs with my mother told us when we were sitting shiva, that my mother, “made sure everything would be perfect. No one did Taharass like your mother and grandmother!”

After my mother moved from the Bronx, my family moved on to Kew Garden Hills, then Boro Park. When it was time for her to move out of Boro Park, there happened to be someone looking to rent out their apartment in Crown Heights to a family with kids. The apartment in Crown Heights, was a 2 family house on top of a Shul. My mother was interviewed by the Rabbi’s father, and she was liked right away and got the apartment. This was the beginning of a very special relationship with the beloved Rottenberg family. (Rabbi Shlomo Rottenberg, zt”l and his beloved wife Rachel, a”h.). Our family lived in Crown Heights for 2 years. The Rottenbergs had decided to move to East Flatbush/Remsen Village. The Rottenberg’s insisted we move together with them. My mother was told by the Rottenbergs, “ you are our tenant and you are not going elsewhere!” My mother, being so close to them, heartily agreed! And the house in East Flatbush was a brand new custom built house also with a Shul. (Who could resist!) And right across the street from a playground! (A joy for most kids like us.) My mother saw the long vanity in the bathroom of the new house and thought, “this would be perfect for a baby!” Eventually, my mother became pregnant and had a boy, the bris was on Shabbos Beraishis – the first bris in the new Shul.

My mother loved living on top of a Shul. Hearing the Tefilos from her window, 7 days a week was great. She relished it.

The kids from the Shul would come up to our house during davening on Shabbos and Yomim Tovim and use the living room as a playground, kids jumping up and down the couch.

My mother loved Rebbetzin Rottenberg, a”h. The feelings were mutual. Rebbetzin Rottenberg would often bake and bring up yummy samples. Our house was like a one family house. We were like one family.

Whenever the Rabbi and Rebbetzin went away for Shabbos, my mother would lovingly take care of the Shul. She would give out the Shalosh Seudos and would clean up after Shabbos and would take me and occasionally one of my brothers, in tow. My mother would also wash the towels from the Mikvah. For my mother it was a labor of love.

My mother was also the Mikvah lady of the Shul. Often on Friday nights, we would get a knock on the door and my mother would have to go down to the Mikvah.

My mother did a lot of Hachnosas Orchim there as well. Occasionally, people who had relatives from nearby Brookdale Hospital, would come over to sleep in the extra room in our apartment, that had once been rented out by the Rottenbergs. After the border moved out, often the Rottenberg’s children and great grandchildren would sleep in the extra room and from time to time, in my room as well.

We lived in East Flatbush/Remsen Village with the Rottenbergs for about 22 years. My mother accumulated thousands of Mitzvahs of the years living with the Rottenberg’s. Those were the most glorious years of my mother’s life. Eventually,the neighborhood was changing and Jews were moving out and the Rottenbergs had to sell their house, and move. They were special people, and we had a special relationship and wanted to live with them until Moshiach came. I went looking at a house with a Shul in Boro Park with the Rebbetizen so we can possibly continue living with them elsewhere. That apartment though wasn’t ideal. I tried to find a 2 family house with a shul for us and put an ad in a newspaper seeking such. Excitedly, I received a call from a builder who was building a house and said can make it into a shul. The Rottenbergs would have considered, had it not been next to another Shul. The Rottenbergs also went house hunting in Brooklyn and their daughter told me that they would not consider anything that did not also have an apartment for us as well. Unfortunately, they couldn't find anything. In the end, they found a house in Monsey. The community they were told was in need of a shul. The house they found was a one family house with a garage and they were going to make the garage into a shul. So no room for us. They offered to find us an apartment for nearby. As much as we wanted to continue living with them or at least near them, Monsey was too far as my mother as my mother’s Tzedakah oasis was in Brooklyn. So we ended up moving to Boro Park, in the area where her mother lived as well.

Growing up, we never had much money, and it was not easy, but my mother was always wealthy with Mitzvos and Maasim Tovim. She wasn’t a materialistic person and was always Sameach Vchelko.

One of my principals from Bais Yaakov of Williamsburg, told my mother, she doesn’t have to pay tuition. But my mother paid anyhow. She wanted to have a part of her children’s Jewish education. How many people would not take advantage of a free tuition offer like that?

My mother lived simply – didn’t spend much money, didn’t have much of a wardrobe. She wasn’t into spending money on herself. She also spent very little on her synthetic shaitels that she purchased from a Paula Young catalogue, (if anyone wants to know her secret, you got it). She was a beautiful person, inside out.

My father was away for Parnassa most of the year, for many, many years and she raised us, mostly by herself. She did so with grace and never lost her cool. She never complained she needs to get away or ever felt a need to go on vacation. My mother never raised her voice.

As a kid I was spoiled, not just with getting games that I wanted. My mother knew I loved to have potato latkes in the morning, and before school, she would make it for me. And she made it by hand – grated the potatoes and onions – didn’t use a food processor. (Didn’t own one.) Looking back, as an adult, I am embarrassed to say this. I feel so bad that she had to do this for me. My mother never complained though and did this out of love. She had a big heart, not just for the family, bur for others as well. She loved making people happy. And if this is what made me happy – she was happy to do so.

As an adult though, even until shortly before she passed away, she would often cut my grapefruit and orange in the morning, usually, when she would get up earlier than me. She would cut it into small pieces so it would be easier to eat! Of course I appreciated this sweet gesture, but I would say, “Ma, you don’t have to do this.” I would remind her from time to time she didn’t have to. Her response would be, “a Mama, blabt a mama.” Also, she would sometimes straighten the creases in my bed sheet with her hand. She would tell me it would be more comfortable for me to sleep! Boy, was I spoiled.

Very rarely did my mother ask us to do any chores in the house, unlike many mothers. A chore was not much of a chore to her. She liked doing things by herself. She didn’t seem to mind housework at all. She was so organized and did a great job at everything. I did take upon myself though in my adulthood to clean most of the house for Pesach. The least I can do. Another example of my mother’s extraordinary good heart, often, when I would sit down in a chair and read, my mother would pull up a step stool so I can put up my feet – to be more comfortable. I would remind her that she didn’t have to, but she would usually anyhow push over a stool to put up my feet. I once asked her – does this make you happy? Yes, she would respond, that it made her happy. My being more comfortable made her happy! She herself liked to put her own feet up on a step stool when she was sitting and reading, and was more comfortable and she wanted the same for me. One of my cousins also recalled she came over to the house when she was younger and told me my mother would pull over a chair so she can put up her feet. And would give her goodies as well. My sister’s friends who would come over to sleep were extremely impressed by her as well. One person told me how her sister was pampered by my mother when she came over to sleep at our house. Another person who came over to our house to sleep as well, said, my mother would “prop up their feet and feed them hot chocolate, chocolate milk, cookies.” Also, my sister’s friend said, that, when my mother would wake them up in the morning – “she had such simcha for Chayim – such a positiveness.” Would give them negel vassar and would say that” we have to thank Hashem, a beautiful day, we have to thank Hashem we are alive!” And my mother would say, “Hashem gave us back our Neshama – and giving us another new day to do mitzvahs.” My sister’s friend added, “ She was always giving Brochos,,inspirations and a smile and good vort. She entertained, played piano for us. Your mother was like a Malach!”

Whenever I was in the room with my mother and she had the fan on, even though I didn’t complain about being hot – she would always put the fan facing me instead of herself. Someone else’s comfort was more important to her.

My mother was nice to everyone, including non-Jews. She amazed me how nice she spoke to them. I was with her numerous times when I saw how nice she spoke to them. What a great Kiddush Hashem.she would make.

She was always a happy person and once told me she never got depressed in her life. She would say to me, “Ich Nemt Alas B’ahava.” Whatever she went through in her life – she told me she would sing. She told me that she has so much Simcha in her, and that she is bursting with Simcha. She said waking up in the morning, is like winning the lottery every day! And when she would get up in the morning, she would say to me so cheerfully, “Good morning sweetheart! A guten oifshtain!” (How I miss that!)

Some more examples of my mother’s great chessed – she would go to the grocery store to pay people’s grocery bills. My mother even traveled from East Flatbush to Williamsburg to pay someone’s bill at a butcher store there. I asked my mother if that particular family knew that she was paying their bill at the butcher store – she said no. My mother loved doing Mitzvahs, Matan Basseser, when she was able to.

My nephew also told me that when he was once with her, there were parking meters that expired and there were cops around and my mother would put in quarters into peoples parking meters, so they wouldn’t get a ticket! Wow!

My mother was such an easy going person I was so blessed to have her as my mother, for so many reasons. We were best friends.

My mother went to Shul every Shabbos – snow, rain, bitter cold, ice,etc. She was usually the first lady in the Shul. She loved going to Shul and loved sitting in front so she can see the Sefer Torah taken, she would tell me. What great joy this was for her. She never talked in Shul. She wasn’t into talking, period. . The Rebbetzin of the shul in Boro Park where she davened, told me that people in the shul would complain about the rain. Never my mother. My mother told would tell them, that rain, Geshem, brings:- Gimmel – Gezund, Shin – Sechel and Mem – Mazal. My mother over the years would tell me some of her best days, were rainy days. She never complained about the weather.

Not much music was played in our house in recent years. Rabbi Avigdor Miller, zt”l had become music to my ears, as that is what she played most of the time. She would listen to Rabbi Miller tapes while she was eating, and doing exercise on my Stamina In-Motion Elliptical Trainer. (She would sit and peddle away. We also did hand exercises after.) She would exercise on days she wasn’t going out. So she did 2 Mitzvahs in one – listening to Harav Miller, exercise for her soul and exercise for the body - V’nishmartem Es Nafshosaichem.

Sometimes when she would see people smoking, she would tell them, V’nishmartem Es Nafshosaichem. On occasion she had given out to people whom she had seen smoking, a copy of a letter to Hamodia, that had been written by Rabbi Yakov Kalisch, titled “The Dangers of Smoking.” My mother cared about everybody! She cared for Klal Yisroel.

My mother loved reading Hamodia during supper time and she remarked that she loved to look at the faces of Tzaddikim that were usually spread out on 2 pages of the weekly edition. She read Hamodia mostly for the great Torah and wonderful health articles.

My mother took good care of her health, as everyone should. She rarely got sick – even as much as a cold. I had started her on a very healthy diet a few decades ago. She ate all the healthy foods. A typical weekday’s menu, consisted of oatmeal, banana, wheat germ, flaxseed meal, orange, apple grapefruit, soy powder (chocolate) in her fat free milk, almonds, yogurt, quinoa, spinach, broccoli, sweet potatoes and whole wheat bread. I would joke with her, it’s my “fault” that she is eating this way, no, she would respond, “it is your Mitzvah!” She wanted to live a long healthy life, to be able to continue doing her Mitzvahs and Maasim Tovim. And if this is is what it takes, be it.

Before my mother would eat, she would often say, “Ich ess L’shaim Shamayim” and would often add, “tzu te’en Mitzvahas and Maasim Tovim. Everything she did L’shaim Shamayim, eating as well.

She went to her regular doctor for check-ups. When I once went with her to a cardiologist, I asked the doctor, how is my mother doing?” He said, “no one does as good as your mother!” Whenever my mother came home from the doctor, she would usually get a good report. She was always grateful to Hashem, and would put in $5.00 in the Tzedakah box.

Despite being brought up in an English speaking home, my mother decided to take a Yiddish course being offered locally in the Bronx when she was a teenager. She mastered in Yiddish and loved reading Yiddish Seforim. She also fell in love with the Chassidisha Derech she were to follow. (She loved all Chassdish! Didn’t follow any particular one.). My mother read from a variety of Chassidish Seforim. When she would eat breakfast, she would have a sefer open and read from “De Shain Foon Di Licht (foon der Torah)”. She would also listen to a Rabbi Avigdor Miller tape while she ate. Shabbos morning, my mother would get up usually between 5:00 am and 5:30 am, even when Shabbos started late, and she would read the entire “Midrash Says.”(Only English non-Chassidish book here in the group.) Shabbos during two Seudas, she would read from “Tzena Renna.” Shalosh Seudos, she would read from the Ani Maamin in Yiddishe Shprach foon Rambam, z”l” ”, a sefer about B’vias Hamoshiach and Techias Hameisim. And every Motzei Shabbos she would have a Melava Malka and she would read from “Chassidus un Ettique” – quotes from Tzaddikim. (During Shabbos, she would also occasionally read from Rabbi Avigdor Miller’s books, “Rabbi Avigdor Miller Speaks” – volumes 1 & 2.).

My mother spoke little but did a lot. Emor Miat, Vasei Harbei. She didn’t like to spend time on the phone. She would say to “run away from Loshon Hora, like you are running away from a fire.” And if someone happens to blurt out Loshon Hora (not always are we are expecting to hear it and it starts to come out when someone talks), she said one should say, “Ich Been Nisht M’kabul – Ani Lo Maamin.”

My mother didn’t get angry at people. Never yelled. She always gave people Z’chaf Z’chus. She would say, “Hevey Odom L’chol Adom L’chaf Z’chus.”

My mother had tremendous Yiras Hashem. “Men zol morah hoben tzu ton an Aveirah” she would say.

My mother would also say, “Men zol hoben, Ahavas Hashem, Yiras Hashem, Ahavas, Torah and Ahavas Yisroel.” Yes, she did!

My mother was a very grateful person. She always expressed her gratitude with her kind words and deeds. She appreciated whatever anyone did for her. How can one repay in their lifetime all the goodness parents do for their kids – especially such an extraordinary mother like mine?

When I would occasionally ask a particular Rav Shailahs, my mother would occasionally send him money to show her gratitude.

She was grateful even to the mailman and would tip him the end of the year. (Another one of my mother’s great Kiddush Hashem’s.) Also, once when I was walking with her on 13th Ave., we passed the pharmacy that would fill her prescriptions and have them delivered. She wanted to go into the pharmacy to thank the pharmacist for doing so. So we went inside and she thanked him.

Every Shabbos, my mother would say Divrei Torah. It was beautiful. She would start if off by saying, “this Divrei torah is Leilu Nishmas”….a whole bunch of names of relatives. And she would also add in, Leilu Nishmas, “The Shoemaker from East Flatbush, who used to do a lot of chessed.” As well as Leilu Nishmas “the grocery store owners from East Flatbush,” and she would mention their names. (The Baum’s) They also did Chessed She would also say every Shabbos when she said her Divrei Torah, that it was Leililu Nishamas, “Dr. Slepian who treated Rabbi (Avigdor) Miller Zt”l for free.” My mother would also a that her Divrei Torah was also in the ”Z’chus of all, everybody’s Neshamas that doesn’t have any relatives or friends or anybody to Mispallel Zein for them, Leliu Nishmas all those neshamas, Yiddishe neshamas in the world. Zol Hoben an Aliyah in Gan Eden, Zoche Zein, Techias Hamaisem L’chayei Olam Haba.” Wow! From this you see her gratitude she had for people who did Chessed and also for those whom she didn’t even know, she cared for their Neshamas as well, that they should get some credit and have an Aliyah in Gan Eden as well!

My mother was looking to add more Mitzvahs in her life, like she didn’t have enough Mitzvahs and Maasim Tovim were her treasures. One never has enough.

People would ask her to say Tehillim for a particular person she knew and she accumulated a list and would say Tehillim for those in need.

Every week we would go together weekly food shopping. We would walk there and on the way there, my mother would say Divrei Torah. Another Mitzvah opportunity!

When we would hear an ambulance pass by, my mother would wish a Refuah Shelaimah to whomever was inside the ambulance.

She loved to collect Tzedakah to help others in need – poor families here and in Eretz Yisroel and Yeshivas and organizations here and in Eretz Yisroel. She would come home often so happy and would tell me about her adventures of the day- who gave her Tzedakah the individuals or store owners on 16th & 18th, where she would occasionally collect. And she would also talk about the great lifts she got from people.

My mother would also write to people before Rosh Hashanah and Pesach asking for Tzedakah to help people, here and in Eretz Yisroel who were depending on her help. She loved to share with me the letters she would write and would ask for my opinion. (Always approved!) And when she got responses from people in the mail, she would also so happily share that with me as well. She appreciated everyone who helped her with Tzedakah. (Tizku L’mitzvos!) And it gave her such great happiness to be able to help those in need who seeked out her help. She also loved when the kids would come to the house Erev Shabbos to collect Tzedakah. There were kids who would come on a regular basis. My mother gave Tzedakah to everyone. She never turned anyone down. Whenever my mother sent away Tzedakah and had a return envelope that was pre-paid – no stamp needed, my mother would always put a stamp on to save the organizations additional money.

Some of the poor people my mother gave money to, she gave on a monthly basis. One of those she gave to, told me, that not only did my mother give her Tzedakah, but she would send her beautiful notes, along with the Tzedakah. This poor person was so touched by my mother’s lovely notes, she told me she kept them.

Her great reputation for giving Tzedakah was well known by Tzaddikim as well who would contact her, including the Lubavitcher Rebbe, Zt”l. Decades ago, when I was little and we were living in Crown Heights, pmy mother received a call from Rabbi Gurary, a request for Tzedakah. Rabbi Gurary said, “my brother-in-law the Lubavitcher Rebbe, told me to call you!”

One of those whom my mother gave Tzedakah to wrote to me, “for 47 years, every month, my mother sent him Tzedakah!”

When I was a baby, my mother took me and my brother a year older, collecting for Tzedakah. Even when she was pregnant in East Flatbush, she took me me and my brother to Canarsie, trekked the high steps collecting for Tzedakah. My mother had great strength physically and mentally. Boruch Hashem.

When my mother collected in person, if someone didn’t have money on them, she didn’t want them to feel bad and she would say, “Machshova K’maaseh.”

I loved in general to see her happy. She had a beautiful smile: Sometimes I would just give her a big smile and she would give me a big smile back. Loved it. Priceless.

I ended up donating a kidney – but couldn’t tell my mother I was doing so. I didn’t want to worry her. It was the hardest part of my kidney donation – keeping it a secret from her and making sure she wouldn’t find out. So she wasn’t told until after I came out of surgery. After I came out of surgery, I spoke to her. Trying to sound very good soon after the surgery, wasn’t easy. Anyhow, she took it very well. She said, “it was Min Hashamayim.” (A response I would expect from someone like my mother with her tremendous Yiras Shamayim!) Anyhow, time passed and I decided to ask my brother to donate a kidney as well. My brother doesn’t like to say no, so wasn’t surprised he said yes. I decided this time to ask my mother first. My mother seeing how well I did, approved of his donating a kidney. One day, my mother said to me, something like, “If I was younger, you would probably go after me to donate a kidney too.” I didn’t say I would have asked her, if she were younger, but asked her if she would have done so if she was younger. She said she probably would have donated a kidney if she was younger. I believe so!

For years my mother would go to clean up and straighten someone’s house – usually once a week. Sometimes every other week. She would also go for years every Erev Pesach, spending hours to make up that person’s kitchen for Pesach, When she would occasionally have a cleaner come to help clean, she would let them go early and pay them for the full time. Another Kiddush Hashem.

She always was looking for more opportunities to do Mitzvahs. And one way, she would tell me to say Brochos out loud so she can answer Amain. She would usually daven Mincha and remind me as well, telling me that I would get extra credit in Shamayim.

Always wanting to do more Mitzvah, when we were young, someone told me that my mother said she wanted to be able to do Mitzvahs around the clock! She often spent a good part of her day doing Mitzvahs.

Every year, on her parent’s Yahrzeits, she would go to two of her favorite organizations and give Tzedakah Both which were quite a distance from her house.

One store owner in Boro Park, where my mother had collected Tzedakah, told me, that 2 women were fighting in the store. My mother told them that you are not allowed to have machlokes, and they stopped. Just like that.

One Yeshivah in Eretz Yisroel many years ago, wrote to my mother, that a crown is waiting for her in Olam Haba. So well deserved.

When were sitting Shiva, people would tell us they love my mother – and someone else would pipe in, who didn’t love your mother!”

One of those who summed it up best, said, “She cared about everyone, always running to do a mitzvah, always collecting to help everybody. That was my mother!

One of the organizations in Eretz Yisreol my mother helped, wrote to me, after telling them my mother was niftar, ““When we read your letter, we, the staff felt a personal loss. Your beloved mother cared and supported our worthy cause throughout her lifetime. We cherished her beautiful letters with each donation she sent. She would remember her revered parents and ancestors, z”l, asked for prayers for her family and friends, and always prayed that the glory of the Torah shine amongst Klal Yisroel. She longed for the coming of Mashiach with Emuna and Bitachon that was tangible.”

My mother played the piano beautifully. One of the songs my mother would play was, Sheyibone Bais Hamikdash, Bimhara Biyomeinu, V’sain Chalkeinu V’sorosecho.” Amain!

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THANK YOU!

I thank Hashem that he gave my mother Arichas Yomim.. And for sparing her of pain, often people her age experience. She was able to get around on her own. She didn’t need even a cane. My mother was very gratetful for this and expressed her thanks and love to Hashem.

I thank Hashem for sending wonderful shelichim who gave to my mother Tzedakah so she was able to help so many throughout the years. And I thank Hashem for all those great people who gave my mother lifts throughout the years. Tizku L’mitzvos! You should all be gebencht!

I thank Hashem for giving me my mother, the best mother in the world – a lifetime gift and I can never repay in my lifetime. Thank you Hashem for everything!

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I was with my mother most of the time during her 2 days stay at the hospital, before she was niftar.

I mentioned to someone I know well, that my mother was in the hospital. She ran over to the hospital and wanted to spend some time with my mother. She told my mother that she started covering her hair and became more religious because of her. My mother was so happy to hear this!

My mother was conscious before going into surgery, in which she had ended up on life- support. I had told my mother before she went into surgery, that, I got a call from a poor person who needed money for her teeth. I told my mother, she had $100 left in her Tzedakah person and asked her if I can give it to this poor person . She said yes. It was her last mitzvah right before she went into surgery, in which she ended up on life-support

I met someone a few weeks after she was niftar and he told me, “your mother saved my life!” He said that he was also in the emergency room. He needed to have surgery and had wanted a particular surgeon to do the surgery. But said he would have to wait for months to be able to have surgery done by this surgeon. However, because this particular surgeon came to the hospital to do surgery on my mother, he bumped into the surgeon, told him his desperate situation and he did the surgery on that other person within a day.

Soon after my mother’s Levaya, a new great grandson was born. And a few weeks later, a new great-grandddaughter was born, named after my mother.

My beloved mother would end her Shabbos Divre Torah by saying, “Men zocheh zein, tzu mekabel ponim moshiach tzikanu, bimhara b'yomainu amain. Men zol zoche zein bais hamikdash hashlishi, men zoche zein,tzu breingen karbonos matonos, mispallel zein, tzinden licht in Beis Hamikdah, Bimhairah, Biyamainu Omain. L'shanah Habah Yerushalayim Habinuyah.”