An entry from one of Esty's recently found journals. (Written between ages 12-15)
If I were Elected President
If I were elected president, it would be pretty exciting! Imagine not only the 1st woman president but also the 1st Jewish President!!
First, I’d throw a party for all my friends. Everyone would be excited for me! Then everyone would give me advice on how to lead the country:
Nechama Dina would advise that I should emphasize education strongly. The knowledge will guide people on the right path, away from crime, etc. it will give people jobs, happy family life, & surely better perspective on life itself. Education, Indeed, will cut down on Drugs,homeless, alcoholics ,& crime rate.
Chanie would offer: to develop & increase everlasting peace& tranquility throughout the world, in order that the world will become safe, and at peace with one another.
And now I would give my own idea: that although there needs to be a separation of church & state, religion in school should be applied, so that students will know & realize G-d. And they come to fearing G-d.and knowing that there is a G-d in this world, knowing that there is a boss over us, knowing that there is purpose in life, these all bring about the right values to a person in succeeding his/her proper goals in life.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
A smiling mother
When I picture Esty I do see
A smiling mother embracing her child on her knee
So too we
Our children need to be
our first priority.
Once while I went shopping on the street
Esty I did meet
We stopped and had a little chat
about the shopping that we were out to get
with a shine in her eyes
she took me by surprise
That she does fresh shopping every day
to serve her husband in the best way
A fresh cooked meal for lunch she would prepare
For her and her husband to share
She had it all right
who was first in her life.
we too can learn and glean
what sholom bayis to us should mean
Her action spoke louder than words
Let's do more mitzvos for her zechus
Since every single act
can help bring Moshiach at last
A smiling mother embracing her child on her knee
So too we
Our children need to be
our first priority.
Once while I went shopping on the street
Esty I did meet
We stopped and had a little chat
about the shopping that we were out to get
with a shine in her eyes
she took me by surprise
That she does fresh shopping every day
to serve her husband in the best way
A fresh cooked meal for lunch she would prepare
For her and her husband to share
She had it all right
who was first in her life.
we too can learn and glean
what sholom bayis to us should mean
Her action spoke louder than words
Let's do more mitzvos for her zechus
Since every single act
can help bring Moshiach at last
Growing up in Albany
Growing up in Albany, NY, I always looked up to Esty throughout my elementary school years, for she was one of the only older girls here. She was a role model for us, just by being her tznius, aidel self.
She used to take us every Friday to cheer up the Jewish patients in the hospital. She never minded taking us along even though we were so much younger than her. I clearly remember her contagious giggle that we heard so often. She was always smiling and happy.
Even when she went away for High School, she was always happy to see us when she would come back to Albany to visit. I am definitely davening a lot harder for Moshiach so that Esty will be back with us. May he come right now!
Rivke Dubroff
She used to take us every Friday to cheer up the Jewish patients in the hospital. She never minded taking us along even though we were so much younger than her. I clearly remember her contagious giggle that we heard so often. She was always smiling and happy.
Even when she went away for High School, she was always happy to see us when she would come back to Albany to visit. I am definitely davening a lot harder for Moshiach so that Esty will be back with us. May he come right now!
Rivke Dubroff
Esty's Bas Mitzvah
My favorite memory of Esty was her Bas Mitzvah. We were all so excited, our first Bas Mitzvah in Albany, since Esty was the oldest girl in the school at the time. Esty was the first Bas Mitzvah girl who gave the women's shiur in the summer on Shabbos day. It was usually given by her mother, Rochel, or other women. Even though she was always so quiet, Esty presented a beautiful shiur on the parsha! She had such poise and spoke so beautifully. My girls were 8 and 6 then, and I was so happy that they had Esty as a role model.
Esty was indeed aidel, tznius, and always smiling! I still smile when I remember her sweet laugh. Although Esty didn't come to Albany much since she got married, we always were so thrilled to see her at family weddings with her very sweet children and her wonderful husband, Mendel.
We will all miss her very much, but the most beautiful memories of Esty are kept alive by her exquisite writings that we are privileged to read. What a gift for her children, and for us!
Shayna Kudan
Esty was indeed aidel, tznius, and always smiling! I still smile when I remember her sweet laugh. Although Esty didn't come to Albany much since she got married, we always were so thrilled to see her at family weddings with her very sweet children and her wonderful husband, Mendel.
We will all miss her very much, but the most beautiful memories of Esty are kept alive by her exquisite writings that we are privileged to read. What a gift for her children, and for us!
Shayna Kudan
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Rabbi Hecht Memories
From Esty's journal entry recently found, (written between ages 12-15)
Rabbi Hecht (Memories)
6 Av 5752 Wednesday August 5th 1992
....Today I wrote a “memory of Rabbi Hecht z”l article,” for his yartzeit is next Fri. & we’re sending some articles to the Jewish Press.
Here is the poem that I enclosed:
Rabbi Hecht was the Daddy of us all
He would run when someone would call
He would outstretch his hand
To all those in the land
He would jump, he would sing
One’s who heard him, their ears would ring
For he would help stop their hurting
To follow in his footsteps we shall try
& in this we’ll soar so high.
Here’s the article that I wrote:
Rabbi Hecht z”l, gave his heart to Camp Emunah. He touched,with great sincerity, the lives of many girls who were once lost & far from yiddishkeit.
No one will forget their warm atmosphere & fond memories and wonderful experiences spent at Camp Emunah with Rabbi Hecht.
On Fri nite, he would sing עֲצַבֵּיהֶם, כֶּסֶף וְזָהָב; מַעֲשֵׂה, יְדֵי אָדָם. He would jump when he would sing. He wanted to make others happy. We knew that he cared for each & every Jewish soul no matter how high or low it stood.
His entire life was giving. Giving his hand to carry another’s burden, giving his heart to one who needed someone to care, giving his smile to encourage, & giving over himself to whomever needed him.
We will continue his goal of giving of what we have to those who have little background of yiddishkeit; we will care for our fellow Jew.
“You can take girls out of Camp Emunah but you can’t take Emunah out of girls” is Emunah’s motto, meaning that a girl might leave Camp Emunah, but the spirit of Emunah will never leave her heart.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Esty’s wedding
Growing up, I always looked up to Esty for she was an older girl. She was always so put together, happy, and positive about everything. Whenever she would come and visit at school, I always liked to talk with her. She was so easy to get along with. She had no pretences or fakeness. She never looked down at me for being younger and for that I really admired her.
Esty’s wedding was the first wedding I ever went too and I was so excited to go. When I saw her at the wedding, she was so beautiful and radiant. There was a long line of people waiting to wish her Mazel Tov. As I waited, I had so much to say but I knew this was her wedding day and I should just wish her Mazel Tov. When it was my turn to wish her Mazel Tov, she spoke to me as if she had all the time in the world.
That truly meant a lot to me.
Esty was such a beautiful person. For those who saw her on the outside saw a sweet, aidle, and kind girl. For those who knew her on the inside, knew how even more beautiful and special she really was.
Sincerely,
Sarah Aidel Calvo
Friday, October 15, 2010
Tzniyus...who we are
I met Esty in Teen Camp. For me, who felt like a stranger in a strange new land, being friends with Esty was so refreshing. We were both writers, but she took it more seriously and wrote for camp. I'm not sure if it was a camp newsletter, or something like that. But I really, really enjoyed her. She was fun, and funny, and cute, and creative, and unassuming, and smart.
She never felt like she had to join the cool gangs, ever. But she was so nice to everyone. I wish I kept up with her. She was just so enjoyable, so real, so true. I am devastated by her passing, and just thinking about how her husband and parents and children suffer pains me so much.
I feel like remembering Esty is bringing a whole new level of tzniyus into the world, a level of tzniyus that doesn't just have to do with how we dress, but who we are.
Hashem should comfort Esty's whole family together will all aveilei tziyon.
Nechama Dina Smith
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Esty's Diary
It was a shock to hear about Esty and her tragic death, as many have written.
I remember Esty as a little girl, when Rabbi Rubin would pick her up and place her on his lap during a women’s shiur after my Jonathan was born. On and off the lap, as she pleased, with a patient Rabbi Rubin letting her absorb what she could at her own level for her own age.
I always wondered what she would look like when she became an adult. She had those chipmunk cheeks of the Rabbi and his nose, and those gorgeous large eyes of Rochel. Seeing her photo as an adult, now online, I behold a very beautiful woman. More than that, I have read her diary, and her entries reflect how truly aidel she was.
Esty's vignettes reveal a young woman embracing life, but not just life in general...her particular life. When Rabbi Rubin was working to establish Chabad in Albany, he probably didn’t realize that the “the little room” he had created as an office would evoke memories of enchantment that Esty described:
"Oh! The little room! You can spend hours in the little room…I just sit there at night, I look through the papers and articles. I read on and on… it’s so interesting…You can dream away, and imagine all kinds of things. It’s like a world for itself. Our little room. A miniature world about Jewish things."
And Rochel, so busy with children, the house, the school, still had time to become Esty’s “dearest friend.” Wouldn’t every mother love to be depicted as Esty disclosed:
"I know I can trust her, so I tell her what is on my mind or what is bothering me…After I speak with her, I feel more calm in my situation…Maybe when I become a mother someday, I may also be a best friend to my daughters. I’m sure we will be close, sharing our secrets with each other. I will always be there to listen and to try to give advice…I feel proud to have a best friend like my mother!"
Certainly Esty inherited her father’s writing talent, and with it, she articulated the honor, love, and respect for her parents, so much so that she chose the same lifestyle for herself and her family:
"Ashreynu ma tov chelkaynu! Me, just a young girl and l‘m the Rebbe’s Shlucha. The Rebbe’s very own messenger. Ashraynu, Happy our we! How joyous is our lot!"
Rabbi Rubin once taught that you can’t teach a child about baseball by only reading the rules; you have to play the game. The same is true of Judaism.
Rabbi Rubin and Rochel, you should be proud of yourselves that you created and fashioned a young woman as Esty Rubin Cohen, an Eyshes Chayil. Her diary will become as influential a book for Chassidus as “Anne Frank’s Diary” is for world peace. Her online entries, I am sure, have already inspired many people.
As you walk through the valley of the shadow of death, please remember that you have family and friends who love you, and faith to comfort you.
.המקום ינחם אתכם בתוך שאר אבלי ציון וירושלים
With love and condolences to the entire family, indeed to the world,
Edie Abrams
Monday, October 11, 2010
A True and Complete Queen of Hashem.
Bh. Ad mosai!!!
My name is Tzippy Vigler and I am Esty's classmate. We were also together in Melbourne for Kollel. I got to know Esty's treasured personality.
Her name is an exact show of who Esty is! She is both a queen and aidel, a true and complete queen of Hashem.
We had a real example of Rebbetzin Chaya Mushka in our class. Esty is a real treasure full of middos; Tznius, warmth, depth and tranquility!Kol kvuda bas melech penima!
I will be taking on an area in Tznius because of what Esty stands for to me.
Thank you for sharing Esty with us, may we be reunited with her in Moshiach's coming now!!!!
Ad mosai, In bitterness,
Tzippy Vigler
I keep thinking
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Be Happy
From Esty’s Journal on becoming a staff member at summer camp
… getting into that place (camp as a staff member) was a parsha (saga) on its own. I didn’t know if I would go there. I wrote a P”an (letter to the Rebbe, after his passing) that I want to find out what to do for the summer, and that I want to be happy with where I go. I knew I was asking a little too much with the second thing, but it was important to me.
Being happy is one of the most important things, because you can have everything, but not be happy, and then what is it all worth? I knew I should just be happy that I find a place, and v’zehu. But the Rebbe can do a lot. A day later the girls (staff) said I could come! So you see that you don’t have to be afraid of asking too much.
At first I was with older kids, and then they wanted to change me to the 4th and 5th year olds. That felt like an insult, and I told them I didn’t want to. In the end, I changed, and I was very happy. Yeridah Tzorech Aliyah (descent for the sake of an ascent)…
… getting into that place (camp as a staff member) was a parsha (saga) on its own. I didn’t know if I would go there. I wrote a P”an (letter to the Rebbe, after his passing) that I want to find out what to do for the summer, and that I want to be happy with where I go. I knew I was asking a little too much with the second thing, but it was important to me.
Being happy is one of the most important things, because you can have everything, but not be happy, and then what is it all worth? I knew I should just be happy that I find a place, and v’zehu. But the Rebbe can do a lot. A day later the girls (staff) said I could come! So you see that you don’t have to be afraid of asking too much.
At first I was with older kids, and then they wanted to change me to the 4th and 5th year olds. That felt like an insult, and I told them I didn’t want to. In the end, I changed, and I was very happy. Yeridah Tzorech Aliyah (descent for the sake of an ascent)…
Come see Crown Heights!
Chapter 29 (72-75) Crown Heights (written in 1991 for a school travel essay)
Crown Heights is a busy place! People from all over the world come here – Israelis, Frenchies, English and more. Even from its name, “Crown Heights” is on top, the crown of the heights! “What is so great about Crown Heights?” you may want to ask. Maybe if I will write four more pages of vivid detail you will begin to marvel at the “crown of the heights.”
First let us start with the Lubavitch community and the wondrous Lubavitcher Rebbe. Their headquarters are at 770 Eastern Parkway (the red brick building that serves as a shul for Lubavitchers, the Rebbe and to all Jews far and wide…) The Rebbe is very close to his people, the Chassidim. He guides them in the right path.
Every Sunday, the Rebbe gives out dollars, to men, women and children, each one individually receives a dollar and a blessing, too! The Rebbe gives a dollar to reinforce giving of Tzedakah. The Rebbe is really very special. It’s amazing how people from all over the world come to see him in 770, the so very crowded Shul.
The shopping avenue in Crown Heights is Kingston Ave. It’s bustling with activity; people are coming and going. There’s Raskin’s Fruit Store, the Pharmacist, the Floral Shop, the Shoe Store, Bookstore, clothing store, Women’s World, the Hat Place, the Library, and the Bagel Shop. There’s a nice Lubavitcher school for girls, here, too! It’s called Bais Rivka. (In fact I go there!)
Here the houses are closely attached, it may cause one to get claustrophobic. There’s not too much greenery either. But the warm atmosphere of Crown Heights makes up for all the slight inconveniences.
Crown Heights is a lively atmosphere: girls are laughing, women chatting, boys playing… People are open and friendly once you get to know them. As in most communities, there are all types of people. Some are outgoing, some shy; some talkative, some quiet; some are formal, and some are casual. You may meet creative people with interesting personalities. Crown Heights is an interesting place to visit. You will meet new people and experience another world.
Come see Crown Heights!
Crown Heights is a busy place! People from all over the world come here – Israelis, Frenchies, English and more. Even from its name, “Crown Heights” is on top, the crown of the heights! “What is so great about Crown Heights?” you may want to ask. Maybe if I will write four more pages of vivid detail you will begin to marvel at the “crown of the heights.”
First let us start with the Lubavitch community and the wondrous Lubavitcher Rebbe. Their headquarters are at 770 Eastern Parkway (the red brick building that serves as a shul for Lubavitchers, the Rebbe and to all Jews far and wide…) The Rebbe is very close to his people, the Chassidim. He guides them in the right path.
Every Sunday, the Rebbe gives out dollars, to men, women and children, each one individually receives a dollar and a blessing, too! The Rebbe gives a dollar to reinforce giving of Tzedakah. The Rebbe is really very special. It’s amazing how people from all over the world come to see him in 770, the so very crowded Shul.
The shopping avenue in Crown Heights is Kingston Ave. It’s bustling with activity; people are coming and going. There’s Raskin’s Fruit Store, the Pharmacist, the Floral Shop, the Shoe Store, Bookstore, clothing store, Women’s World, the Hat Place, the Library, and the Bagel Shop. There’s a nice Lubavitcher school for girls, here, too! It’s called Bais Rivka. (In fact I go there!)
Here the houses are closely attached, it may cause one to get claustrophobic. There’s not too much greenery either. But the warm atmosphere of Crown Heights makes up for all the slight inconveniences.
Crown Heights is a lively atmosphere: girls are laughing, women chatting, boys playing… People are open and friendly once you get to know them. As in most communities, there are all types of people. Some are outgoing, some shy; some talkative, some quiet; some are formal, and some are casual. You may meet creative people with interesting personalities. Crown Heights is an interesting place to visit. You will meet new people and experience another world.
Come see Crown Heights!
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Dear Esty,
I miss you so much.
I could never have imagined that this could happen,
that my sister,
one
so unique and fine in her modesty,
so content,
so real in her happiness for others,
careful in doing mitzvos, big and small,
so accepting and non-judgmental,
so steadfast and secure in her beliefs
would now be far away.
It is so rare nowadays
in this world of falseness
to have a person so modest, so pure
untouched by anything wrong or improper
and yet who lived with values so sure,
above the rest
You were so proud of Mendel
and thought the world of him
what a special couple for us to see growing up
and your children
how you loved them
the many gifts you gave them will keep them strong.
You were proud of the things your siblings have done
you never needed to toot your own horn
you never expected anyone to hold by your standards
or to owe anything to you
I can truly say you lived a life that is dear by G-d
though in my eyes are tears
you were a beloved daughter,
wife and mother
friend and sister
granddaughter
in these too short years
I thought you'd always be there
your strong and soft self
so it never seemed a rush to call or write or fly
now I would a thousand times
but you're so far away.
So with love and stabbing pain
taking sides of my heart
and memories
of my beautiful older sister
of whom I cannot part
who taught us so many songs
was a great listener for me
whose values were real, not materiality
who laughed and cared
and surely brought this world to a better place,
I ask you to bring Moshiach,
I have never wished for it so much
You need to be back
so many important things you've left behind
we all agree
a mother should be
with her family
not somewhere far away
There is a big hole that used to be whole
in the hearts of many
and I know you are watching your husband and children
those beautiful people who had you
and until the day you're back again
a piece of you will be in them
I cannot stop missing you and I am going to do all I can to bring you back again.
Love, Devora Leah
I could never have imagined that this could happen,
that my sister,
one
so unique and fine in her modesty,
so content,
so real in her happiness for others,
careful in doing mitzvos, big and small,
so accepting and non-judgmental,
so steadfast and secure in her beliefs
would now be far away.
It is so rare nowadays
in this world of falseness
to have a person so modest, so pure
untouched by anything wrong or improper
and yet who lived with values so sure,
above the rest
You were so proud of Mendel
and thought the world of him
what a special couple for us to see growing up
and your children
how you loved them
the many gifts you gave them will keep them strong.
You were proud of the things your siblings have done
you never needed to toot your own horn
you never expected anyone to hold by your standards
or to owe anything to you
I can truly say you lived a life that is dear by G-d
though in my eyes are tears
you were a beloved daughter,
wife and mother
friend and sister
granddaughter
in these too short years
I thought you'd always be there
your strong and soft self
so it never seemed a rush to call or write or fly
now I would a thousand times
but you're so far away.
So with love and stabbing pain
taking sides of my heart
and memories
of my beautiful older sister
of whom I cannot part
who taught us so many songs
was a great listener for me
whose values were real, not materiality
who laughed and cared
and surely brought this world to a better place,
I ask you to bring Moshiach,
I have never wished for it so much
You need to be back
so many important things you've left behind
we all agree
a mother should be
with her family
not somewhere far away
There is a big hole that used to be whole
in the hearts of many
and I know you are watching your husband and children
those beautiful people who had you
and until the day you're back again
a piece of you will be in them
I cannot stop missing you and I am going to do all I can to bring you back again.
Love, Devora Leah
Friday, October 8, 2010
Some Beautiful Thoughts on Crown Heights
From a Journal/Diary Entry of Esty
I always liked my home better than Crown Heights. Maybe it’s because it’s my home and I’m more comfortable there. Also, I don’t like the politics, the “Tznius issue” and in general the insensitivity.
Of course, the Rebbe being here makes Crown Heights a really special place. In 9th grade I really felt it. Unfortunately, that was the first Chof-Zayin Adar. I also had an excellent grade/class in school. I really enjoyed High School.
This is my sixth year in Crown Heights. In High School a lot of Friday Nights I would walk home and cry because I couldn’t stand how people were dressed to the kill. I was the little 9th grader coming from out-of-town Albany. In the beginning I always felt underdressed. You may wonder why I am saying all these negative things, if the title is “Some Beautiful Thoughts on Crown Heights.” But all this is an introduction.
On Selichos Night (1:00am) it was so unbelievable to see young and old all walking to Selichos at 1am. The first shul was packed, right then I changed my mind about Crown Heights. Look at all these busy mothers coming. Hashem, look at your children. How can you leave us without our Rebbe who led every step of our way. Everyone really means well, it’s just that peer pressure and circumstance makes it become otherwise.
The next event that was an eye-opener was the night before Erev Yom-Kippur. (Uncle) Yankel Yuzevitz took me and his kids to Kapores. The streets were blocked off. There was everyone from Crown Heights, Kapores-Shluggen. It just felt like Tishrei from the old times. I can’t describe the feeling. You just needed to be there to feel it.
The third inspiration was Yom-Kippur itself. I really wanted to go home, but it wasn’t really worth the money and the schlep, when I am going soon for Sukkos. I am so glad I stayed. Usually, I always went home for YomTov, because I am an out-of-towner and I wanted to go home.
I had a seat on Bubbe’s row, three rows from the front, in the first shul on the left, closest to the Aron Kodesh. I was sitting next to Aidel (Feigenson) Pinson. I worked with her in Long Island.
Many people had come for Tishrei. It was pretty squishy. Many of my classmates from Tzfas came, too. A Lubavitcher davening is beautiful and hartzik. The Lubavitcher Niggunim are also like that. But it so sad to see the Rebbe’s red chair staying there and just empty. Everyone was so temimusdik, it was just beautiful. The Duchening was also unbelievable. Neilah was really the climax.
At the end of Neilah, the sang a niggun, many times, over and over again. The Shofar blow really felt like the cry within each one of us, I felt we would finally break down the Galus walls.
As I was walking home at the end, I thought, Ashreynu that we are Lubavitch, I really had an experience this Yom-Kippur. I finally had found the beauty in Crown Heights after five years…
A Glimpse
The pain and tragedy of this loss is immense. It is indescribable in plain words.
Such a beautiful, pure soul.
A dedicated wife and mother.
A loving daughter, daughter-in-law, and granddaughter.
A wonderful sister, sister-in-law, cousin, and niece.
A devoted shlucha.
The loss is being felt by so many!
I got to know Esty in Bais Rivkah High School.
Although she was a few classes younger than me, and I didn’t know her that well personally, she always inspired me with her sweetness and sincerity.
Now, reading through her journals and writings, we merit to get a glimpse into this tremendous treasure that Esty truly embodied.
Her talk at the kinus hashluchos was so inspiring and so relevant today: “Shlichus is a dedication. A lifelong commitment. lt’s easy to speak about it, but it is a lot more than words can say. Talk is cheap, but actions speak louder than words.”
How true –Esty your life so embodied action, yet without all that extra fanfare….. actions speak louder than words!
Esty, we are in such pain because of your untimely loss- we have been jolted out of our golus dream and stupor. We feel the birth pangs of Moshiach so intensely now! And we are trying very hard to ‘keep on pushing’...We pledge to do whatever we can to merit that time that we are all so desperately yearning for-
To have Esty be reunited once again with her dear family & friends- in good health & happiness-
with the Geulah haamitis v’hashlaima-NOW!!!!
In tribute to Esty and her dedicated & loving erev-Shabbos hospital visitations, we are iy”h strengthening our commitment to do just the same, on a regular basis in the local hospital in our neighborhood.
Bassie Gurary
Tehillim
My friend and I had come up to Albany to help out for Chanukah -there are so many memories and much inspiration of the two weeks spent in the Rubin's house. The total dedication to the Rebbe's shlichus was/is phenomenal.
Esty was about 5 and eager to share something special with me. Could I come to her room? I imagined a toy or doll or maybe an art creation that she would show me. No, it was something more precious - Esty was now "so good at kriah" that she could "really read tehillim". And she wanted me to listen as I sat beside her on her bed reading "a whole perek".
When she was done, with light shining in her already bright eyes, she gave the sefer a kiss and practically flew dancing to set it on the shelf! May we and our children, in her zchus, be inspired to say tehillim and fulfill every mitzvah with such awe, love, excitement, and care.
Be Well,
Esther Rena ( Reifsnyder ) Grossman
Thursday, October 7, 2010
A True Bas Melech
I had the zchus to sit next to Estie in High School, we were in the same class every year in Beis Rivka. We were together in Seminary Tzfas. Her refined character was exemplary. She was a true bas melech, and truly penima- a true Esther and truly Aidel. Even though I was with her for so many years, her writings and life was always something I found intriguing because she kept so private.
Estie and I are the same age, we married around the same time, and our children are the same ages. I haven't been in touch with Estie although we would always exchange a few words when we would see each other at the kinus- which she attended last year. I made Challah and davened together with so many for her Refuah. That night I had a dream that I saw her, and she was walking away. Her face was shining, she looked so happy, free, and truly beautiful. The thoughts of her sudden tragic passing haunt me.
In her memory, my husband and I will Bez"h be starting a Gmach for new mothers and babies here in Philadelphia. We will Bez"h bl"n be delivering a package of basic needs- such as diapers, wipes, and perhaps a stretchie to the home before the baby comes home from the hospital. I think Estie would appreciate this. May her memory be blessed.
May Hashem give you Koach to stand through these difficult times.
Hamakom Yenachem Eschem Bsoch Shaar Avlei Tzion Veyerushalayim
Doba Weber (Bergstein)
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
I mamash feel for all of you. It's so not fair what Hashem had done! I remember...it was just yesterday when I would go with Esty to do the hospital visitations in Albany, or when she would come over to learn with us and teach us a sicha, and bring some Beis Rivka inspiration to us.
She was so real, always trying to be the best person possible, in a very quiet and tznius way. She had no "air" to her, very humble and aidle. She never talked about herself like most girls do.
How could Hashem have done this? She has a bunch of little kids and a newborn baby that needs her, and how is Mendel going to run the school without her!? I don't understand Hashem at all, but we must daven ever so hard for Moshiach! Ad Mosai!!!!!
Miriam Rav-Noy
Esty’s Face
At that moment Sarah walked by and told me. Tears were just running down my face. But then I began the shiur. I was teaching about the Gate of Love from the book “Orchos Tzaddikim”. Was this subject coincidence?
I met Esty only once, I think, it was Sukkot. All that I remember is her sweet face, radiating such unbelievable love. When I was teaching about love today, Esty’s face, reflecting her pure soul, was all the time in front me. She was with us right here.
All our love to you,
Hasia and Gershom
Esty
It's crazy how you can go so long without seeing someone, but still have such a clear memory of them and such a strong feeling towards them. I can clearly see Esty's beautiful soft smile and hear her sweet voice.
Even though my memories of her are back from when she was in Maimonades or when she was my counselor at camp, I am sure the person she turned into was even more sweet, beautiful, deep, kind and strong person than I remember her to be. She was the kind of person no one could say anything bad about; the kind of person people only had praise for.
I am so sorry your family is experiencing this unspeakable tragedy. My heart and thoughts are with you and your family.
.המקום ינחם אתכם בתוך שאר אבלי ציון וירושלים
Sincerely,
Sara (Stark) Kalker
"My" Esty
"My" Esty
The loss is beyond words. I grew up next to the Rubins in Albany, and babysat for them for years and years. I knew them from when their oldest boy Mendel was two. I saw Esty as an infant, as a toddler, a child, a youth...the Rubins were my second family, better than blood to me. Esty was the sweetest child, the loveliest girl, so beautiful and so special inside and out. Gentle and sweet.
The loss is unthinkable. I have not seen her in years but I cannot stop crying. She was dear to so many, and grew up into such a wonderful woman. She did so much with her life. The whole Rubin family has been a source of such inspiration and love over the decades, and their children carried their legacy around the world. Love to the Rubins, and the Cohens, and may Esty's memory stay alive in all of us.
Shabbos Candles
Teves 19-21 5752 / Thurs-Shabbos Dec 26-28
Dear Diary,
At about 2pm, I went to deliver flowers, along with a card, a Challah roll, and of course, a smile to the Jewish patients at Albany Med. It felt good inside, to see that even some of the patients were appreciative (although some couldn’t show it) and it was good even to see the encouraging smile of the nurses. I couldn’t help it but feel proud that I could give them a taste of Shabbos/Yiddishkeit.
By the time I came back all the cousins were here… and it was almost Shabbos.
As I waved my hands 3 times around the Shabbos candles, I felt calm, peaceful, and full of warmth. No words can describe the wonderful feeling a girl / woman has, as she brings in Shabbos with the waving of her hands, and her soft and gentle Bracha. Just the experience says it all.
It was the time to realize the special and holiness of Shabbos. I looked beside me. Here was my cousin: Nechama Dina Piekarski, only a year younger than me. And there was another cousin Sossy Zaklos, just two years older than me.
How fortunate am I to have such a big family, ka”h, with so many cousins and close friends. These are the special people with whom we share our happy memories and even the sad ones. How fortunate am I! … I thought to myself.
Thank you for listening dearest diary, love always, Esty Rubin
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