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Moishe’s wife Myrna passed away at the age of 93. They never had the ideal marriage but they stuck together for the children. And the grandchildren. And the great grandchildren.
The graveside service just barely finished, when there was massive clap of thunder, followed by a tremendous bolt of lightning, accompanied by even more thunder rumbling in the distance.
Old Moishe looked at Rabbi Applebaum and said, “Well Rabbi, looks like she made it.”