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R’ Nosson wrote to his son about the moment Rebbe Nachman took his final breath. He was in the room, right beside him. The coughing was heavy. The air was tense. But then, in between the gasps, Rebbe Nachman began saying Shema Yisrael.
And what struck R’ Nosson most wasn’t the timing — it was the sound of it.
By Rav Shlomo KatzR’ Nosson wrote to his son about the moment Rebbe Nachman took his final breath. He was in the room, right beside him. The coughing was heavy. The air was tense. But then, in between the gasps, Rebbe Nachman began saying Shema Yisrael.
And what struck R’ Nosson most wasn’t the timing — it was the sound of it.