The Rabbi recited the wedding blessings, and Nachman and Ruchel became man and wife. Raising his foot with a smile, Nachman shattered the traditional glass. A clarinet started to play. Tevye gazed teary-eyed at his family under the wedding chuppah. Could it be, he asked himself? Were his eyes truly seeing what they saw? Standing beside his Ruchela was the living apparition of Golda, crying a mother’s proud tears! Yes, yes, it was Golda. How could it be otherwise? There was no way she was going to miss this great joyous simcha. She had returned from her rest in Gan Eden to be with her loved ones on this special glorious day.
“Golda!” Tevye whispered in surprise.
The white-gowned apparition looked at Tevye with a mother’s satisfied glance.
“Mazal tov, my husband, mazal tov,” she said. “Finally, you have done something right.”
