This blog is dedicated to our dear friend, Nosson Deitsch OBM, who was tragically torn away from us on Lag B’Omer 5770.

Nosson was a one-of-a kind Bochur who influenced many people, from all ages and backgrounds. He had a perpetual smile on his face and an extremely generous heart. He would do the biggest favor for a friend with only a moment’s notice. All those who knew him feel they had a unique relationship with him.

There are many untold stories of his selflessness, kindness, and the affect he had on countless lives. Please share your story, so that others can get a glimpse into his unique character and towering accomplishments.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Love of his siblings

By Mayer Kotlarsky

Over the past week I have picked up the phone numerous times to call and offer comfort , each time I put the phone down and opened my email to try to write some words of comfort. However, it is hard to know what to say and it was easier to wait another day.

Today I am writing to share my memories, memories that will have an everlasting affect on the love a sibling had for another.
The first time I met Nosson was a few months ago, the Yeshiva Gedola of Miami were sent away for Shabbos and were hosted by our community in Boca Raton, the second time was at a Bris a few weeks ago. In reading about Nosson’s life he seemed to have been a leader, a friend of many and extremely learned, he is the only person I know (in retrospect) that knew the whole Tanaya bal peh .
Nosson had a way of making you feel like he was an old friend, like he knew you all your life. That is where the similarities that I have with all the other stories stop. In the hours we spent that Shabbos Nosson had one theme and that was the direction that all conversations went. He wanted to know everything I knew about Levi, Nechemia and Mendy. He pried into my memory, tell me one other story, how was your trip last year, what did you do. Any and every detail; if it was about his brothers he wanted to know it! Never once did he let the conversation switch to how Yeshiva was, as a former Shliach to YGM it always interests me to see what has changed in the last 10 years. However, he was with a friend of his brothers and he was not going to allow the conversation to be anything but that.

The second and last time we met I was on the other side of the shul when he noticed me. He made a B like and came straight up to me; he wanted to know about my trip this year to Toronto, “our class trip”. Unfortunately, I never made it this year, but the look in his eyes told me that he was as sad as I was for having missed it. For me, it was an opportunity to spend time with my classmates. For him, it was a lost opportunity to hear about our class being hosted by his brothers’ family.
Looking back, I realize the love and admiration he had for each of his siblings, I see the respect he had for them and even though it would have taken one answer to any of my questions about what he did in his down time to have shown his personal brilliance, he knew that would take away from the opportunity of showing respect to them, of talking about their Chabad houses, their yeshiva days, their stories.

There are no words of comfort that I could have said by picking up the phone or by writing an email. The ways of hashem are not understood. It was my pleasure to have met Nosson and it is just so strange that although I only met him twice it feels like I knew him forever, it seems like he had this unique ability to make everyone feel like they were his closest and oldest friends.

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