Nosson, was the greatest friend one could wish for, we cried on his shoulder, and took pride when he laughed at our jokes, his robust smile lit his countenance, there was love radiating from him, his soft words and kind advice were an antidote to a soothing heart, he affected everyone that he met.
Tears streamed from our eyes when he heard about the tragedy, the pain is agonizing, all we could think of was “if Nosson was here we would gain comfort by crying with him”, but the comforter could not give comfort, the giver was no longer there, we needed to be pacified over the pacifier, as tears slowly stream down our cheeks our wide eyes stare out to the black space, our solemn voices crack with cries, our bodies shaking with fever fell crouching to the ground. The unthinkable happened.
When I first met Nosson in 3rd grade, I was lonely, being new to school he helped me be part of it, he always made you feel proud of what you accomplished, his nonjudgmental remarks came from a altruistic Neshama, with a heart of gold he shone like the midday sun, in 7th grade we had color war, when we were split up on different teams, he never hesitated to inquire how we were doing.
Op-Ed: Tears for Nosson – My Friend
A friend is the greatest of all blessings, and that which we care least to thank.
Nosson, was the greatest friend one could wish for, we cried on his shoulder, and took pride when he laughed at our jokes, his robust smile lit his countenance, there was love radiating from him, his soft words and kind advice were an antidote to a soothing heart, he affected everyone that he met.
Tears streamed from our eyes when he heard about the tragedy, the pain is agonizing, all we could think of was “if Nosson was here we would gain comfort by crying with him”, but the comforter could not give comfort, the giver was no longer there, we needed to be pacified over the pacifier, as tears slowly stream down our cheeks our wide eyes stare out to the black space, our solemn voices crack with cries, our bodies shaking with fever fell crouching to the ground. The unthinkable happened.
When I first met Nosson in 3rd grade, I was lonely, being new to school he helped me be part of it, he always made you feel proud of what you accomplished, his nonjudgmental remarks came from a altruistic Neshama, with a heart of gold he shone like the midday sun, in 7th grade we had color war, when we were split up on different teams, he never hesitated to inquire how we were doing.
His witty remarks were engraved in his smile, despite having hardships in his life, he searched for happiness, he felt the soul and relieved its stress, and I would constantly see him taking aside a person to talk to him. Adoring friendship he coached people to be sociable. Throughout my school years I remember him sharing his snacks with unfortunate people, when he received a package in yeshiva he would share his cake and cookies, he had this technique of making you think that all he had belonged to you, constantly expressing gratitude for your friendship, making it plain that he like people, it was hard for them to resist loving him back. His selfless way of life was an example.
He was a prototype Bochur with Torah and Chassidus as his life; he toiled on himself and gained, in Mesivta he would awake an hour early to review “Tanya Bal Peh”, diligently reviewing what he learned. Every time he had extra money he would buy books. When he “Farbrenged”, his words vibrated with wisdom, he always wished to emulate his father living as a true Chossid. There was no other path in his life but that of Shlichus, always vocalizing the pride he took in his family of Shluchim.
“Ohev shalom verodef shalom”, putting people together, strife was non existent his presence, he dexterously maneuvered to sort things out, a “Neshama” of peace, he kept us all together, the rope which bound the cluster, he secured friends not by accepting favors but by doing them.
We are told a story about the “Mitteler Rebbe”, one night he was so immersed in his study of texts that he failed to notice that his son had woken and was crying. His father, the “Alter Rebbe”, heard the noise, went up to the bedroom, soothed the baby and sang it to sleep. Then he went in to his son, still bent over his books, and said: “My son, whatever you are doing, you must never be deaf to the cries of a child.”
Nosson lived by this story, listening to every cry; he gave you the confirmation that your plight was known and your words heard. Charismatically impressing turning the dullest moment into joyful festivity, his power and vitality enlightened every “Simcha”.
Our heart is with you Nosson we will never forget you.
He never wanted to see people cry. He wanted to make everyone happy. Let’s all think back and remember how Nosson touched our lives.
You will forever be missed; my only comfort is that I know, you will be with us again, very soon marching proudly with your father and the Rebbe!
We will all be united laughing in tears together.
Moshe
What an unbelievable piece of writing, obviously written from the very depths of a broken hearted individual; May Hashem give you, and all his precious freinds, and most of all, his special family, the koach to keep on going, in his zechus. . until Moshiach; Now that Nosson is up there with HIm, we surely won’t have to wait much longer anymore, because HE won’t give up until Moshiachs arrival down here on earth;
We’re screaming Ad Mosai Ad Mosai Ad Mosai . . PLease Dear Aibishter, hear our cries. . and answer
moshiach now!
such a beautiful article!!
HASHEM WE NEED MOSHIACH!!! AD MOSAI??!!
Bracha
Puts life in perspective and a life well lived, way too short and beautifully written, Thank you! Ad Mosai indeed and may the memories of his friendship be a guide for us all to live our life by…. we cannot control when we pass on or when we are born but we can control how we live and his smile shines on forever..
G-d giving us tools to get out of here!
Thank you for opening your heart to pen and sharing with us some words of comfort.
Your words:
“He never wanted to see people cry. He wanted to make everyone happy. Let’s all think back and remember how Nosson touched our lives.”
So true. When G-d wants to send us message, he takes the best, to send us a strong message.
We have to relate, remember the message Nosson was relating to us all in his short life. His neshama was an extraordinary one – one that was trying to effect us to be better people, optimistic, simchadike, chassidish, good middos, non judgmental of others, living our life for the purpose of bringing MOSHIACH!
Nosson, THANK YOU for all you have given us – we will recall your days, your middos, your learning, your life, put them to practice and iyh be zoche to the immediate Geulah!
One Body - one Soul. We mourn as one
I lost a friend at a similiar age. It’s a tradegy that tears us apart at the core.
I can only offer one piece of advice. Learn in Zchus of your dear friend. When the tears dry up and the pain is dulled by time, the only thing that will last forver is the Torah and Mitzvos that arise from this dark moment.
Don’t let the tears just fall to the ground. Take a Sefer and let it absord those tears. Do it as a group. As an individual. Pour your hearts into the divine words and shine away the darkness once and for all times. Get together, farbreng. Grieve together. Don’t ask why but how are you going to react. ViHachai Yitel El Libo.
May Hashem comfort you and all the friends mourning together, and especially his family.
M.O.G.
Danni we love u and feel ur pain and we will never forget nosson or his smile that made everone that met him feel like a true freind thank for putting it in such awesome words!!!!!
Ad Mosai, Ad Mosai, Ad Mosai
So heartfelt; a veritable Megillas Eicha.
I, like so many others did not know this special young man. But it is clear, by all accounts, he was a true dugma chaya in every sense of the word; the cream of the crop.
What an unspeakable tragedy! What a heartbreak! What words can even express the terrible pain of this family. What a loss to Klal Yisroel!
What words can do justice to express condolence or comfort?
There are simply none.
We need Moshiach now, end of story. The Rebbe cried for this his whole life. The Rebbe saw so clearly the dangers of Golus, the Rebbe said he did all he could.
We must cry out Ad Mosai, Ad Mosai, Ad Mosai.
a real pitty
why is it always the special people that are taken?
crying
no words….
can-t stop crying
beautiful article but only makes me cry more..IT’S SO HARD TO HAVE FAITH WHEN THINGS LIKE THIS HAPPEN, WHY HASHEM!!!!!!!
broken broken hearted
I miss you nosson. this cuts deep. so many ppl are soo hurt right now. how can you do this hashem? ENOUGH!!!! Ad mossai
Lakol Zman Vo-ais Tachas HaShamayim
To “a real pitty”:
The question isn’t why the special people are always the ones taken. The question should be why people become special only after they are taken. The answer is, they don’t. You only realize how special they were after they’re gone. Take the time to realize how special the people in your life are while they are still here.
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