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When Zaide Reb Yisroel davened, as a little girl sometimes I sat quietly watching, and it seemed to me as though the melodies he hummed ever so softly traced an arc in the air that reached all the way to Heaven; and there it pushed open the mysterious gates that were the entrance to G-d's domain.Through the open Heavenly gates G-d's spirit descended and lit up the room.And when, in the midst of davening, Zaide sometimes cried out, the portals of Heaven cried with him.