They called him “Yossele the Miser”. A man who never seemed to give, who shut his door to the poor and turned away every cause. When he passed, almost no one came to his funeral. Why honor someone so cold? But in the days that followed, the truth came to light. The baskets of food that had always appeared at widows’ homes, the coins left for orphans, the quiet sustenance that had held up an entire town - all of it stopped. And the people finally understood: Yossele had never been a miser at all.

As we mark the 92nd yahrzeit of Yossele Rosenblatt (1882–1933) this month, I’m proud to share with you a deeply meaningful moment: singing V’af Hu with my son Daniel. This piece - one of the most iconic and demanding duets in the cantorial repertoire - recounts the sacred intentions of the High Priest on Yom Kippur, a moment of awe, vulnerability, and deep connection. Singing it with my son for the first time felt like a true passing of tradition, love, and sacred responsibility - a moment I’ll