For Leiby’s parents, we offer no explanations, no platitudes, no philosophy. We can only try to imagine their pain and, in some small way, let them know that we mourn and weep together with them. Their sorrow is our sorrow. Their grief is our grief.
Jewish Philosophy, Leiby Kletzky, Tragedy
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