Without words, in his characteristic silence, Rabbi Ariel Tzadik became one of the pillars of the Chabad community in the Beit Vagan neighborhood.
The residents of the neighborhood knew him as the warm, loving and supportive man who willingly volunteered to help with any need and any help. The people of the Western Wall knew him from the tefillin operations that he did not give up, every Friday, summer, winter, autumn or spring, during epidemic days and happy days.
For his family, Rabbi Tzadik was much more than a backbone. He was the mainstay of the family, of the wife, of the five children. A devoted and especially supportive father.
It is almost impossible to imagine, the heart refuses to absorb and believe and the tears refuse to stop flowing, but last Thursday in the great commotion on Mount Meron, there was silence.
Death silence. Rabbi Ariel Tzadik ascended in the heavenly storm along with 44 other saints who just wanted to get closer and cling to G-d and found themselves as close to him as possible.
And one wife and five broken children remained in the country. No backrest, no support when the family falls apart.
It is impossible to take the pain away from them, it is impossible to give back to five children, father, it is impossible, but it is possible from a distance to try and alleviate the suffering. We, each of us can take a thousand of the pain and relieve it, that the family members knew that at least about the future they should not worry. It’s in our hands.
