OU A Pittsburgh Rebbetzin Reflects on This Week’s Tragedy By Anna Yolkut

This Shabbos morning began like any other. My husband gave the littlest kids their breakfast so that I could get a few extra minutes of sleep. After he left for shul, I got myself and the kids dressed, and we headed next door to our shul, PZ. The only excitement was that my oldest son went to the shul down the block, Shaarei Torah, for a good friend’s Bar Mitzvah. While my husband is the rabbi at PZ, so he couldn’t leave to attend the Bar Mitzvah, there was no reason that I couldn’t go. So we made plans that the kids would go to their regular Shabbos groups, and my husband would bring them to meet up with us for the Bar Mitzvah kiddush. My second grader decided that he wanted to come with me, so once we made sure that all the kids in PZ were safely and happily settled into their Shabbos groups, we walked over to Shaarei Torah.