My beloved father, Rabbi Avraham Avrech, passed away on Saturday, Shabbat. He was 94 years old.

The funeral is tomorrow morning.
I will be sitting shiva for seven days.
Seraphic Secret will be on hiatus until my shiva ends.
Born in the town of Yanuv, Poland, my father came to America with his mother, Miriam and his brother Chaim z’l, when he was 4 years old. My grandfather, Rabbi Shmuel, z’l, a student of the Reb Chaim Soloveitchik, was a shochet, ritual slaughterer and mohel, specialist in ritual circumcisions. Reb Shmuel came to America years earlier. He worked hard, lived in poverty, and sent most of his money back to his wife Miriam so she and the children could make the arduous journey to America.
My father attended Yeshiva Chaim Berlin and then Yeshiva University where he was ordained as a Rabbi. He enlisted as a Chaplain in the U.S. Army, 42nd Division, and served during World War II, the Korean War and Vietnam. “The Army is the best thing that ever happened to me,” my father said. Serving until mandatory retirement, my father was honorably discharged with the rank of Colonel.
My father is one of the Greatest Generation. “We were poor,” he said. “But we didn’t know it. Everyone was poor.”
All his life my father served family, the Jewish people, and country, with selfless devotion.
There is no greater role model.







Baruch Dayan Emet, Blessed is the True Judge.
Hadn’t been by for a while, so just saw this. ‘Condolences’ seems like such a little word, but it is the appropriate one.
More like him, we need.
Very sorry for your loss, Robert. The world has been a better place thanks to Rabbi Abraham Avrech, and your family’s loss is a loss to the entire Jewish people. HaMakom Yinachem, and may his memory and his legacy be a blessing.
-Joe Schick