A Place of Tears
Forty years ago I learned the secret of the tears at Kever Rashbi. Now, as we cry together, I feel compelled to share it
Kever Rashbi is and has always been a place of tears. Tears of anticipation of parents bringing their three-year-old sons for an upsheren, tears of joy celebrating the light of Torah brought down to this temporal world by the storied Tanna. Now, it’s the site of oceans of tears, of loss, of pain, of absolute shock — all mingled together in that hallowed place where centuries of tears have been shed.
While all this is well known to all of us, there is something about this “place of tears” that is not as well known, which I feel compelled to share. First, a little background is in order.