By ELR
More than a week has passed since that terrible day, and it doesn’t make any more sense to me now than it did then. It seems as though from the first moment that I heard the tragic news, my life has been torn, split into two parts:
In every waking moment I either remember and relive Nosson’s life – his smiling face fills my mind, and I laugh with the sheer joy of the recollection – or I am confronted afresh with the raw and stabbing pain, the shock of his unfathomable death.
How are we to continue?
The rigid realities of normalcy seem like a lie. But each one of us has a life, a daily routine that must carry on.
I can only look back and take Nosson as my inspiration.
Nosson lost his father at an age when he needed him most. Nosson, more than any of us, had reason to suffer, to reject, to discontinue. But Nosson carried on. Nosson propelled himself onwards with an unconquerable enthusiasm, an insurmountable joy completely unmatched by any of us.
Can we ever imagine how much pain Nosson’s sparkling happiness masked? Can we ever imagine the supreme effort that it must have taken for Nosson to remain that ever generous, ever exuberant, ever cheerful character that we all loved so well?
But Nosson carried on. And so must we.
We must all live by Nosson’s example. We must redouble our efforts on every front. We must strive to inject every aspect of our own lives with that special enthusiasm, elation and generosity that made Nosson so alive.
And if we live as Nosson lived, Nosson will never die.
More than a week has passed since that terrible day, and it doesn’t make any more sense to me now than it did then. It seems as though from the first moment that I heard the tragic news, my life has been torn, split into two parts:
In every waking moment I either remember and relive Nosson’s life – his smiling face fills my mind, and I laugh with the sheer joy of the recollection – or I am confronted afresh with the raw and stabbing pain, the shock of his unfathomable death.
How are we to continue?
The rigid realities of normalcy seem like a lie. But each one of us has a life, a daily routine that must carry on.
I can only look back and take Nosson as my inspiration.
Nosson lost his father at an age when he needed him most. Nosson, more than any of us, had reason to suffer, to reject, to discontinue. But Nosson carried on. Nosson propelled himself onwards with an unconquerable enthusiasm, an insurmountable joy completely unmatched by any of us.
Can we ever imagine how much pain Nosson’s sparkling happiness masked? Can we ever imagine the supreme effort that it must have taken for Nosson to remain that ever generous, ever exuberant, ever cheerful character that we all loved so well?
But Nosson carried on. And so must we.
We must all live by Nosson’s example. We must redouble our efforts on every front. We must strive to inject every aspect of our own lives with that special enthusiasm, elation and generosity that made Nosson so alive.
And if we live as Nosson lived, Nosson will never die.
"We must all live by Nosson’s example. We must redouble our efforts on every front. We must strive to inject every aspect of our own lives with that special enthusiasm, elation and generosity that made Nosson so alive.
ReplyDeleteAnd if we live as Nosson lived, Nosson will never die."
A call to action that has nosson's signature lifestyle written all over it. "The action is the main thing" thats how nosson lived and thats the only way we can live with him.
inspiring!
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