“She Might Have Been a Rebbe…” An Uncle’s Hesped for Judith Young

imageStill staggering from the trauma of the dreadful news of the demise of my niece, Judy Young, I find myself unable to offer adequately either my feelings of bereavement or an evaluation of her short but full life. My initial reaction is to quote Kohelet: “Vehinei dimat ha’ashukim ve’ein lahem menachem, Behold the tears of the oppressed-and they have no comforter” (4:1).

You, I, we-all feel robbed, violated, devastated by Judy’s sudden death. And the pain is so great, that there is no consolation.
But if I can’t find my own words, let me imagine what Judy would say to eulogize herself. Knowing her attitude and her exceedingly firm bitachon, I believe she would say: Don’t cry over me! She would assure us that “the Ribbono Shel Olam has been so good to me. He gave me distinguished parents who granted me inspiration and space to grow true to my own nature. I married a hero of Yiddishkeit; a prince of love, of decency, of devotion and a genuine talmid chacham and educator. We had a wonderful life together, and he was my chavruta as well. I beat back the Malach Hamavet several times after the doctors had despaired of my recovery. They warned me, as a young wife, that I would never be able to bear a child. But the Ribbono Shel Olam had His own plans, and I was blessed with seven outstanding children-all loyal to Torah, talmud Torah and gemilut chasadim. In the words of the Navi, “Rani akarah lo yaladah, pitzchi rinah vetzahali, Sing, O barren woman, you who never bore a child; burst into song, shout for joy” (Isaiah 54:1). In my battle for life, I won! So celebrate my life with me! Of course, there will be tears and you’ll miss me-but remember always to be thankful to the Almighty on my behalf for all the chesed He showed me.”

Judy was a rare individual: she was a born leader-intelligent, energetic, strong-willed, single-minded to the point of stubbornness, charismatic and endowed with a powerful personality, which made her such an inspiring teacher and innovative educator (whether or not one agreed with her educational philosophy) who influenced the lives of hundreds and brought them closer to Torah umitzvot.

And to think that all that primordial energy and that talent and that long record of achievement-all thrived in one short and fragile frame! How did she manage to pack all that superior ability and creativity into barely fifty years?

People noticed that as the Chofetz Chaim grew older, he increased his activity in the study of Torah and chesed. When asked to explain this phenomenon, he offered the following parable: Life, he said, is like a postcard. At first you write in large, bold strokes and indulge in pedestrian commonplaces-“How are you? I wish you were here,” and similar platitudes. But as you come closer to the end of the postcard and realize there is preciously little space left for the really important message you want to deliver, you begin to write in packed sentences, with no superfluous words. Life, he concluded, is like that postcard: The older I get, the more concentrated must my activity become and be focused only on that which truly counts.

That, to my mind, was both the conscious efforts she made never to waste a moment, and her unconscious awareness of the shortness of life. Judy was an unusually effective pedagogue; she was also a gifted organizer. She not only established but she administered schools and chesed institutions worldwide. Both by native inclination and by the experience of possibly imminent mortality, she shunned bittul Torah. She heeded scrupulously the teaching of Rabbi Eliezer: “Shuv yom echad lifnei mitatchah, Repent one day before your death” (Pirkei Avot 2:15). Thus it was that Judy became such a popular teacher and achiever who succeeded in her lifelong ambition to fulfill the words of the Sages: “Ehov et habriot umikarvan laTorah.” She was indeed a first-rate marbitzah Torah whose energy flowed from her profound bitachon.

And to think that all that primordial energy and that talent and that long record of achievement-all thrived in one short and fragile frame!

I often think of Judy: what if she were born a male instead of a female? I am convinced that if she were born male, she would have been a rosh yeshivah. On second thought, not a rosh yeshivah but a rebbe, who would command the loyalty of hundreds of Chassidim, who would teach not only by words but by example of love and of chesed and ma’asim tovim, guiding her Chassidim in all facets of their lives, perhaps even to the point of receiving kevitlach. That was the kind of personality she had.

People say that Judy was frum, and indeed her piety was genuine. But I believe she was possessed of a very special kind of frumkeit-piety.

Let me explain with a sharp insight of the famous Gerrer Rebbe, the Sefat Emet. Why, he asked, do we not recite a berachah when we perform the mitzvah of tzedakah? Actually, the greatest of the halachic sages dealt with the question and came up with a number of relevant answers. But the Gerrer Rebbe maintains that the reciting of a blessing before giving alms to the poor fellow standing before me creates a mechitzah, or barrier, between me and the recipient of my largesse. The Torah wants me to relate to the needy person as to a subject, not an object-a human being with his own dignity and importance, and not merely an excuse or medium for me to perform a mitzvah and thus enhance my religious experience. The blessing, however important and conscientiously performed, is still incomplete if it interferes with human dignity, kavod habriyot, and the very human relationship between me and my fellow man.

That is what was so different, so sensitive, so special about Judy’s shemirat hamitzvot. Judy didn’t use people, even for a mitzvah. If the recitation of a blessing would result in transforming your fellow “human” into a “thing,” better skip the berachah.

Her foresight led her to plan for her children to be self-sufficient. She taught them to be independent just in case she had to leave for an extended period. But that wise intuition will serve as well at giving them the worldly wisdom of working for themselves and their family.

Any loss of a life is a catastrophe for the mourners, but none is so thoroughly distressing and unbearable as the loss of one’s child. In the Psalm we read during Elul, David laments the demise of his parents en passant, just mentioning it without much comment: “Ki avi ve’imi azavuni vaHashem ya’asfeini, My father and mother have left me but God takes care of me” (Tehillim 27:10). The loss of a parent is most unfortunate, but it is part of nature, and consolation can be sought and successfully received.

But the same David, confronted by the dying child that Batsheva bore to him, falls apart in grief. So bitter is his grief, so disconcerting his conduct, so extravagant is his mourning that his courtiers fear for his sanity.
In the case of the loss of a parent, there certainly is pain and suffering, but there is a limit to it; it does not exceed human endurance. Not so the loss of a child. Nothing can compare to it.

So, to my brother and sister-in-law-what can I or anyone say to you to assuage your pain? Parents who raised a child through all the dangers and mishaps of childhood, who nursed her through dreadful diseases, who raised her as a role model for thousands, only to lose her at the height of her adulthood? Any words of comfort I can attempt will sound puerile and insensitive. You knew her longer than anyone else. You gave her love, care, worry, anxiety, pride-and the chinuch out of which she developed her ambition to live a life of Torah and holiness. And you invested in her your love and devotion, your dreams for a future that would be sated with nachat.

A personal word to my brother: I can’t-no one can-comfort you. You are the leading expert in the field, one who has written with scholarship and compassion about death and mourning. Thousands upon thousands have sought relief from their suffering in your books and your lectures. No one can properly be menachem you. So-you must console yourself and your wife.

So, I am back to where I started: “Vehinei dimat ha’ashukim ve’ein lahem menachem.”

I can only conclude with the wise words of Beruriah as she presented the lifeless bodies of their two sons to their father, Rabbi Meir: “The Almighty gave us a pikadon to watch over and protect; but sooner or later we must return the gift to Him.”

Rabbi Lamm is chancellor of Yeshiva University and rosh yeshivah of the Rabbi Isaac Elchanan Theological Seminary.

This article was featured in the Winter 2007 issue of Jewish Action.
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