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My Mother’s Death and My Father’s Immigration to the Land of Israel

On Tuesday morning, 27 Tamuz, my mother felt that her final moments had arrived. I was there with her at the time, and she asked me to call my father immediately. She wanted to say goodbye.
In the winter of 1969, about half a year after our mother’s passing, my father, my sister and her family received permission to leave Russia.
We wondered how someone who had been a businessman all his life could suddenly start to run an institution dedicated to Torah study.
On the day he died, my father went to the Kollel after lunch, as usual. He then began to ask the members of the Kollel for forgiveness if he had been too demanding in enforcing the Kollel schedule, or if he had ever spoken harshly to them.