I miss the days when you could stand on a line.
I miss the days where you were chasing a friend and your speed was drastically reduced by a large pair of hands hastily grabbing you out of the path that the Rebbe was about to walk.
I miss the days where the dollar meant that everything will be alright. A blessing for success in all matters goes far beyond the value at the stock exchange.
I miss the days when the lekach was fresh, and standing on a line to get it was the highlight of your entire year.
I miss the days when the beepers would all sing at the exact same time.
I miss the days that made history
I miss the days when glasses were black and thick THE FIRST TIME AROUND.
I miss the days where a Sunday unified with the 33rd day of the Omer brought joy to children’s faces for weeks before. The anticipation was enough to validate my entire childhood.
I miss the days when we were blind to scoffers.
I miss the days so often shown on video today. Why wasn’t I there when I should’ve been?
I miss the days when Chassanim would, as one person, hold their breath for so as not to miss the sound of the voice that Blessed them.
I miss the zig-zag of the lines on Sunday.
I miss the many reporters.
I miss the unity.
I miss the clarity.
I miss the absolute certainty.
I miss the original cornerstone.
I miss the whistling.
I miss holding my cup in the air. The clock could make its rounds two or three times, and until we made eye contact, my hand would not budge.
I miss the dignitaries coming for more than just a photo-op.
I miss opening up the newspapers to headlines that included your name. They called you The Grand Rebbe.
I miss the day that education day became education day.
I miss the booming voice which flowed together so melodically with your voice as it played on the loud speakers.
I miss the days when Yechi was a given.
I miss the days that my neighbor and I would do nothing but sit around and compare tidbits which were shared with us by our fathers from the previous night’s Farbrengen.
I remember finding out which couple walked into your office, and walked out on a mission.
I remember your words.
I remember hearing about Moshiach for the first time.
I remember truly believing with all of my heart that Moshiach was going to come any second.
Our eyes would light up when we were told of candy growing on trees.
I remember when the camp songs would last the entire year because we sang them in front of you.
I remember, I will never forget, I await your return every day. If I cry, it’s only because of the confusion. I remember because I await. I will never forget because you smiled when you said it all.
Because we baalei teshuvas became frum dalet tammuz
ay thats a card in cgi montreol
why to you have to write such things?! they bring up sad feelings such as those expressed by poster #6. why couldnt i be there when things were so clear?
I lived it and I miss it too, so very much!!
Our job is to reminisce to our children how we ran up Kingston,how we waited in lines,How (atleast I )thought this was going to go on Forever…….
The Rebbe is our Past present and Future…..
I am speechless. This so totally describes my childhood. Especially the part about the beepers. And when lag b’omer fell on Sunday, how we waited for weeks for that day. For every person that grew up in Crown Heights in the 70-80s – this is how we lived. There was nothing else except the Rebbe and 770. It was our life. I am so sad that the next generation not only is missing all of this, but has no idea of what they are missing. My heart aches whenever we reminisce about the old days. Those were the glory days…… Read more »
That was so simply powerful.
I never knew those days.
For the generations that came after, we only know those days through you.
Help us remember.
I VERY RECENTLY WENT THROUGH MAJOR SURGERY. WITH MANY TESTS, SOME MORE SERIOUS THAN OTHERS, AND COULD NEVER HAVE COME THROUGH MOST OF THEM INCLUDING THE SURGERY B”H WITHOUT ANY HITCHES WHATSOEVER IF I DIDN’T KNOW FOR A FACT (THROUGH THE MANY DIRECT ANSWERS FROM THE REBBE, YES, VIA THE IGROS AS WELL AS VIDEO AT THE OHEL) THAT THE REBBE WAS RIGHT THERE WITH ME ALL ALONG THE WAY. YES, I MISS NOT BEING ABLE TO SEE THE REBBE WITH MY OWN EYES, BUT I KNOW WITHOUT A SHADOW OF A DOUBT THAT HE IS HERE. NEVER EVER FOR… Read more »
touched my soul
A beautiful article, very well writen.
This line however, is a fabrication and a distortion of history.
“I miss the days when Yechi was a given.”
I never merited to see the Rebbe but that definately brought tears to my eyes.
I liked what you wrote however, the ending is bother some. We all wait for the coming of Moshiach, not a Rebbe
I wish I wish I could have been there standing on that line … chasing that friend … my speed drastically reduced by a large pair of hands hastily grabbing me out of the path that the Rebbe was about to walk. I wish I wish I could have been there when the dollar meant that everything will be alright. A blessing for success in all matters goes far beyond the value at the stock exchange. I wish I wish i could have experienced the days when the lekach was fresh, and standing on a line to get it was… Read more »
Well said.
I think it’s time you get on with your life and not live in the past.
It’s in your hands to live for today and create for yourself a brighter future
Each and every one of us have the same sentiments. But where is the “ASHEL LOCHAYN”? We know that nothing happens to a Tzaddik without his consent. The fact that Gimmel Tammuz happened … we must conclude that the Rebbe understood what’s best for us.
Somehow the Rebbe wants and knows that we must dig deeper in, and reveal inner Koichs that we never thought we could have, while making our Hiskashrus stronger.
Yearning for the days of old .. is healthy…. turnning these emotions into positive actions has to be the Rotzon of our Rebbe!
and i just miss you
I am so sorry to see that the Rebbe had to look at Fred Flintstone!