The Wonders of Harav Yitzchack Kadouri

221 Many came to the commemoration held on the thirtieth day of the Rav’s passing I began to make plans on how to develop the site, making it comfortable for the people who came to pray at the Rav’s grave at all times. The third dream… the crumbling marble A month after the tomb was ¿nished, my eyes grew accustomed to the extra ‘vav’ in the Rav’s mother’s name. Naively, I considered this to be the will of the Rav, for how else could it have unwittingly been added? One morning, when I arrived at the cemetery, I was amazed at the sight which greeted my eyes. The marble was beginning to crumble, and the letters had started to Àake off without any apparent reason. Stone monuments of this sort can stand for dozens of years on Har Hamenuchot without showing signs of wear and tear. Certainly they don’t Àake or crumble away. This was not something worthy of the Rav’s honor. Immediately, I contacted the contractor, who got me in touch with the stone supplier. He told me that it had to do with the cleansing agents being used, disregarding my objections that the stones were not cleaned with anything except for water. He continued to assert that I had caused the crumbling and Àaking. I saw no reason to continue our conversation, as I already had determined that the real reason behind these events. This I only realized after the Rav appea- red to me for a third time in a dream, showing signs of anger, without saying a word. I trembled, for I did not understand the source of the Rav’s anger. I awoke, but the dream continued to bother me the whole day.