By Chanoch Deitsch
We are best friends but this is the first time i am writing you a letter. until now, i was able to call you anytime be it for good news and also many times with the opposite. sitting outside of 518 this week, you are the person i need to speak to now. we exchanged real feelings. as broken as i was i always had you to talk to and to uplift my spirits and i know that this feeling was mutual. since that fateful summer 4 years ago, we bonded with a special connection that only we could understand. we were each others moral support.
Nosson, i loved hanging out with you. You made the mood-always fun, happy and lively. you were like this from when we were little (back in the good old days.) when we went to camp, my first year you were in bunk alef for the third time and you cried and fought to be in my bunk. Our sleepovers were fun too. when your father gave you seforim for memorizing tanya, you always came running to show me. we went together to all the kol dichfin succos to eat all the nosh. You were just a ball of fun. On the otherhand, you never stopped inspiring me with you chassidishkeit and love of learning. i will never forget our farbrengen this yud shvat.
Nosson, to write about you and our times hanging out together, i would have to write a series of books. when i heard the terrible news, obviously i could not believe it. I called your name a whole night because it was you i needed now and for the first time, you didn't answer me. i am going to have to learn from what you taught me in the past that we have to move on. I am going to continue "calling' you but you have to find a way to answer me.
i have no way to end off this letter so i will end the way you always liked to end off.