Missing Rav Dov Fisher ז"ל on Erev Yom Kippur
On the eve of Yom Kippur, I sit and wonder what my dear friend, Rav Dov Fisher z”l, might be thinking. He passed away last night, yet due to the sanctity of Yom Kippur and Shabbat, he will not be laid to rest next to his beloved Ellen in the Eretz HaChaim cemetery outside Bet Shemesh until Sunday. In this liminal space between worlds, his extraordinary soul hovers—neither fully of this world nor entirely of the next—as the world stands in judgment. From such a vantage point, Rav Dov may well be engaging his brilliant analytical mind, observing humanity with clarity and insight, as only he could. What must feel most foreign to him now is the silence. As a new member of the “Yordei Dumah”(those who descend into silence, Tehillim 115:117) club, . he can no longer share his thoughts, write his essays, or articulate his views to the many who cherished his voice. That silence may be the hardest adjustment of all. [As an aside, given that no man is entirely without fault, may this enfor...