Neighborhood bids farewell to slain boy
The sun had long since set, and the glow of the streetlightsbarely illuminated the sea of faces pouring out of a courtyardbetween 56th and 57th Streets off 16th Avenue, but every line ofgrief remained visibly etched, every stifled sob palpable, with orwithout a microphone and loudspeaker. At the funeral for slaineight-year-old Leiby Kletzky, a mother’s pain became the pain ofthousands.
The Wednesday night service began shortly before 10 p.m., besidethe Heichal Hatorah synagogue, where Kletzky had worshipped withhis family for all of his almost-nine short years. Attendees beganarriving hours before, the onslaught of rain from a passingthunderstorm not enough to keep people away. If anything, it madepeople more somber and reflective.
The angels are crying, said an Orthodox Jewish woman who worea look of determination on her face while walking to the funeral.I don’t know this family, many of us don’t, but we feel it like itis us.