There are neshamos whose journeys stretch beyond the ordinary boundaries of time, neshamos that shine even as the body weakens, neshamos that rise higher even as the world pulls down.

Goli was such a neshama.

Her name hints to her mission. Goli, from the same root as gimel-lamed-hay – to reveal. As we plead in davening, Galeh kvod malchuscha aleinu, reveal the glory of Your Kingdom upon us. In her quiet, steady way, Goli revealed the hidden greatness and power of a Yiddishe neshama. She showed that true strength lies in spirit, that the glory of Hashem’s Malchus can be seen in a radiant heart anchored in unwavering faith.

Goli’s story cannot be measured by hardship alone. She wouldn’t want it to be. Rather, it’s a story of aliyah, a life where the physical grew smaller and the neshama grew stronger and brighter, filling every corner of her world and every heart that entered it.