To all our dear brothers and sisters in Klal Yisrael,
On April 15, 2020, the 8th night of Pesach, after years of trying and praying, my husband and I were blessed with our first baby. From the day we found out we were pregnant, we were over the moon excited to finally bring our child into this world. Our baby boy was born at 8:26 pm after an emergency C-Section. An unexpected complication caused the baby to be placed in the NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit). At this point, most moms and dads are probably so ecstatic and filled with overwhelming emotions of joy, exhaustion, holding their baby, counting fingers and toes, and smelling that delicious newborn smell…but we did not have the chance to feel any of those things. Unfortunately, just two days later, Hashem, in His infinite wisdom, decided that our beautiful, precious baby boy had finished his Tikun in this world, and Hashem took him to sit by his throne of glory in shamayim. Although we may not exactly understand why we were chosen to be that couple that had to let go of our beautiful child so soon, we knew deep down that it was meant to be this way. During the short time our son was with us, we had the Zechut to see how special he was. Our little miracle inspired thousands of people to join together to shake the heavens with their prayers. Countless books of Tehillim were read. Hundreds of women baked challah on a short Friday, just one day after Pesach, in the merit that our son would see a Yeshuah. Most of these amazing people had no idea who we were. All they knew was that another Jew was hurting and in need of tefilot and that they were going to do whatever was needed to help. Our special boy brought unity and chessed to this world.
We lit Shabbat candles in our hospital room, knowing that our son had already done so much to make this world a better place.
As a mother, for only a brief moment, I have no words I can say that can describe how incredibly touched I felt knowing that I wasn’t alone. Messages, meals, condolences kept pouring in for days, weeks, and even months. Today, when I think about these moments, it gives me the push I often need to get through my day and continue praising Hashem. For that, we want to thank each of you for all the prayers that were said on behalf of our son and for the outpouring of love and support we received. I know that our son’s neshama is looking down on us and praying for us and all of Klal Israel.
My husband and I spent a lot of time trying to decide how to turn this tragic event into something positive. We asked ourselves how we could continue the legacy of unity and chessed that was started on the day he was born. We decided that writing a Sefer Torah and dedicating it to all the families who struggled with having children or who have lost a child was the most appropriate way to honor him. Only later did we find out how much Hasgacha Pratit was involved in this decision, as we learned that the Imrei Shefer brings a Segulah for those who do not have children and for those who have lost children, to write a Sefer Torah. The Imrei Shefer adds that he himself has witnessed the effectiveness of this Segulah.
Additionally, the Rambam writes that when someone donates money for the writing of a Sefer Torah, it is counted as if he wrote it. We ask you to join us in the mitzvah. Donate for yourself, or in the merit that someone who is going through this hard test will finally see their yeshuot.
We are forever grateful to Hashem for the gift of holding our son, even if just for a brief moment. We thank you for your love and support. May we merit to celebrate together.
Thank you, and with much love to everyone,
Karine and Kamy Beroukhim