I step outside and discover some duffel bags delivered late the previous night, obviously from seminary girls from abroad who had gone home for the summer and left their stuff for charity. Our customers are very happy with half full (not half empty…) toiletries, sports shoes and designer stuff etc.
I open one such bag and my jaw drops. Of all things – and I don’t think this was ever repeated – what do I find but a yahrzeit candle! Two thoughts struck me simultaneously.
Poor girl who had had such a candle among her personal possessions.
And Malka. Today was her yahrzeit! I had planned to light a candle for her and visit her grave. Heaven made sure that I wouldn’t forget Malka, our very dear, beloved button girl.Sheindel Weinbach
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