Friday, May 27, 2005
...He came last night and would not leave, reliving events as if they were happening right now. Begging of the young to treasure their time and energy whilst they still have it. Names flowing of people and times gone by and never to be seen again, "Zalman Kurenitzer", "Yisroel Neveler", "Shmerel Batumer", and most of all "Di Tatte."
Di Tatte was lulled to Lubavitch by a Chossid recognizing his qualities and offering him a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to see and hear the Rebbe. He had learned with the greatest in Minsk, but was wanting. He had been in the sights of the "enlightened" of his Yeshivah but never succumbed. He lived the rest of his life with the ideals embedded in him by the Rebbe, who had told himחאניע, דו ביסט ביי מיר ווי אן אייגען קינד .
In the dark days he did not waver and continued to teach without fear. They came for him one dark night and he was never heard from again. He was shot in 1938, with his son Shmuel killed for him to see, for carrying out the Rebbe's will. The Rebbe would forego trips with his father the Rebbe just so he wouldn't miss their time learning together. He never forgot Chonye and lamented over him for the rest of his days.
"Oy, Chonye!" was the cry of the Rebbe upon seeing his son after so many years.