Dear Rabbi Miller, zt"l,
Yes, the time has come. Yes, those dreaded words have
reached our ears; you are with us no longer. Yes, you have
been summoned to the Beis Din Shel Ma'alah, leaving
us orphaned, alone, bereft. Can it be true? Can it be that
my guide, my teacher, my mentor has been taken? I sit and I
cry, and I remember!
Rabbi Miller, you were one like no other. You epitomized
everything we could want and hope for in our own husbands,
and so much more. It was such a privilege, such a
zechus, to be taught by you. The words of Torah that
you gave over came to life in front of us with the example
you set. Who could fail to be impressed and awed by what a
ben Torah meant with you as the example?
And with your lessons you instilled in us such ahavas
Torah! The brilliance contained in Tanach and
medrashei Chazal became so clear and beloved to us
with your lucid explanations and wonderful mesholim.
It was such a treat to be present during those lessons! To
think that there will be no more of them! How can we ever
forget the shiurim in hashkafah that we were
privileged to hear weekly? So many issues, so many concepts,
explained and clarified and engraved on our minds and
hearts.
Each jewel of a lesson was spiced with your sense of humor.
With this tool you implanted in us a love and enjoyment of
what we were learning. No lesson was boring, no concept was
dry or lifeless, with an injection of humor from your mouth.
We knew you were in pain, we understood that you very often
didn't feel well, and despite this you knew how to laugh --
and make others laugh along with you. Rabbi Miller, you had
such patience with us. So often we asked questions and
needed points clarified, but never did you get impatient;
you knew how to answer each one with such brilliant
answers.
It was such an experience to watch you in your interactions
with other people. Each person was treated with honor and
dignity, everyone deserved respect. It a girl did even a
small favor for you, she was treated to a warm smile and an
effusive greeting.
We had such a desire to watch you in your everyday life and
learn from all your actions that we sometimes used to walk
past your house in the evening, just in case there was a
chance that we might be able to see you sitting at your
dining room table, learning. How excited we were if we ever
passed you in the streets!
Rabbi Miller, you enriched the lives of so many. The world
today would be a very different place if it hadn't been for
you. You instilled in bnos Yisroel ahavas Hashem and
ahavas haTorah, along with true Torah
hashkofos. Creating a Torah home became now something we
knew we had to do but also something we wanted to
do.
You shaped, formed and molded me. You taught me to think
like a bas Yisroel weighing things up in the true
Torah way. Every decision I have made since coming under
your influence has been affected by you.
Rabbi Miller, you will never be forgotten; not by me nor by
any one of the thousands of girls and women around the globe
whose lives you changed. The role you played in ensuring
that Torah would never be forgotten, will forever be
remembered. A Rebbe lives on after his death through the
actions of his talmidim and your memory will long be
perpetuated by the Torah lives of so many families.
We continue to feel your guiding hand from Shomayim,
and may you be a melitz yosher for all your students,
and for all of Klal Yisroel.
Thank you Rabbi Miller. Thank you forever.
A pupil
