When I attended sleep away camp, I was fortunate enough to receive the most mail. Numerous letters of all shapes and colors arrived daily, mostly from my dad who told me how much he loved and missed me. His natural and inborn sensitivity combined with a heart that had the infinite capacity to love so deeply afforded him the ability to reach out to others in pain and anguish. He so readily provided them with the requisite faith, hope and courage to tackle whatever is placed before us. To this very day, his words of comfort and Torah advice have left an indelible impression in the hearts and minds of those he counseled so many decades ago.
On this Father’s Day, let us remember our parents, who love us unconditionally and care for our every need; they are the greatest gift we could ever receive. Let us take the time to contemplate all the goodness that they’ve done for us and let us appreciate them and never ever take them for granted. For those of you whose parents are still with you, please take this opportunity to write them a note expressing your heartfelt thanks for something they have done for you.
I, for one, thank G-d for giving me a father who not only loved me and my siblings, but who devoted every moment of his life to his family, community and his people. He not only impacted my life in immeasurable ways but he profoundly touched the lives of countless individuals. It was clear to everyone that the driving force in my father’s life was a constant and abiding love for every person, and it was precisely this love that came to define his legacy. May my father’s precious soul be bound for eternal life and may his memory and good deeds be for a blessing to us all.
In loving memory of HaRav Meshulum HaLevi Jungreis ben HaGaon HaRav Asher Anschel HaLevi Jungreis, zt”l.
About the Author:Rabbi Yisroel Jungreis is the rav of Hineni, the internationally-known Torah outreach organization founded in 1973 by his mother, Rebbetzin Esther Jungreis.
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Growing up in North Woodmere, Long Island in the 1960’s was tantamount to being immersed in a spiritual wasteland. My parents, Rabbi Meshulem and Rebbetzin Esther Jungreis were the rabbi and rebbetzin of Congregation Ohr Torah, the only Orthodox synagogue in the area at that time. Since there were no yeshivas for me to attend locally, my parents sent me to a yeshiva in Queens called Ohr Yisroel.