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Always My Malky<br />
Avreimie and Rivka Klein<br />
sit at the kitchen table as if meeting an<br />
insurance agent or contractor.<br />
As if their world hasn’t exploded into a<br />
million little pieces.<br />
As if the words of the past months —<br />
words meant to comfort, stories<br />
of others who’ve lost and<br />
grieved, compliments<br />
about their poise and<br />
dignity — have come<br />
close to reflecting their<br />
new reality, when<br />
nothing could. Reality<br />
is suspended now,<br />
because for so long, in<br />
such a deep way, their<br />
essence and identity<br />
and reason to live were<br />
the role they were given:<br />
Malky’s parents.<br />
SO WHAT NOW?<br />
A<br />
this very table, a commitment was made long ago, a decision as hard<br />
as the tabletop’s marble.<br />
And once it was made, the Kleins never looked back.<br />
Rivka Klein, just a few weeks after sitting shivah for her beloved<br />
daughter Malky, who died of a heroin overdose on June 29, looks up,<br />
fire in her eyes.<br />
“I don’t like when people say, ‘Oh, you did everything you could, you’re such amazing<br />
parents, you never stopped trying.’ You know, parents with a child in Sloan Kettering,<br />
lo aleinu, sit there day and night, and no one says they’re so amazing. They’re just parents.<br />
It’s what parents do.”<br />
Avreimie gets up, paces a bit, sits down by the computer, and now suddenly<br />
turns back to us. “Okay, I’m ready,” he blurts out. “It’s worth the whole article if<br />
you can get out this one message. There is no such thing as a bad child. There<br />
are no bad kids.”<br />
He refers to a recent video in which popular speaker Rabbi Yosef Yitzchak<br />
Jacobson told Malky’s story and drew relevant lessons.<br />
“I watched it, and then read the comments, and I thought to <strong>my</strong>self,<br />
‘Wow. Some parents are lucky enough to be clueless. I’m happy for them.<br />
Others aren’t as fortunate.’ ”<br />
He turns to face me, a question in his eyes, as if he’s searching for something<br />
dear and can’t find it.<br />
“I once wrote an article in <strong>my</strong> mind, the title was ‘Foresight, Hindsight,<br />
and Insight.’ Insight is actually getting it, the reality of being inside the<br />
topic, not outside.”<br />
The dining room wall in the attractive Klein home in Boro Park<br />
features an exquisite picture of Rav Shmuel Tzvi Horowitz, known as Rav<br />
Hershe’le of Spinka, the rebbe of the Klein family.<br />
“The Rebbe once advised a friend of mine to switch his son from a chassidish<br />
mossad to Torah Vodaath. I remember <strong>my</strong> surprise. I didn’t get it. I was blissfully<br />
naive. Some things you need to experience in order to understand.”<br />
The pain that colors Avreimie Klein’s face subsides for a moment as he speaks<br />
of his rebbe.<br />
“Years before we got into this… this… parshah,” he says, shrugging as he comes up<br />
short in finding the right word, “I got <strong>my</strong> marching orders from <strong>my</strong> rebbe.”<br />
He goes back to a simpler time, when his oldest son was very young and not particularly<br />
interested in attending the makeshift cheder in the bungalow colony where they spent summer<br />
vacation. “He didn’t want to go learn, plain and simple. I was by <strong>my</strong> rebbe one evening and I told<br />
him about the situation. I mentioned that <strong>my</strong> son really wanted a new bike, so I would use that<br />
as an incentive if he went to cheder nicely.<br />
48 MISHPACHA 17 Av 5777 | August 9, 2017 MISHPACHA 49