Far away from Poland, in the village of Pashkan, Romania, Reb Yitzchak Beirach’s son, Reb Chaim Moshe, lay on his sickbed.
The war had cut off all contact by mail. Reb Chaim Moshe did not know what had happened to his father, who had remained in Massif. He had no way of knowing that his father’s pure soul had already departed.
But the son’s heart felt his father’s absence, and so, lying bedridden with typhus, he saw his father in a dream. His father told him that he had been killed al kiddush Hashem and asked that he begin saying Kaddish for his soul.
Reb Chaim Moshe awoke in alarm, confused as to what to do. He went to the Rav of the town and told him about the dream. The Rav instructed him to recite Kaddish. Despite his weak and ailing state, he walked a great distance each day to say Kaddish with a minyan — although he did not know with certainty that his father had indeed passed away.
A month later he learned that indeed, his father Reb Yitzchak Beirach had perished, together with the Massif community. The dream had become a reality,
Av Harachamim
Shochen Meromim
Berachamav ha’atzumim
Hu yifkod berachamim
Hachassidim vehayesharim vehatemimim
Kehillos hakodesh shemasru nafsham al Kedushas Hashem...
Yizkerem Elokeinu letova im she’ar tzaddikei olam
Veyinkom beyameinu l’einenu nikmas dam avadecha hashafuch.
