By Yosef Katzman
............At that time Nosson came into my life. A young vibrant Bochur, full of life. When he Davened for the Omud, the whole Shul was ablaze. You couldn’t help but get dragged into his Chayus and start Davening warmly yourself.
I have no clue what he found in me. His brothers ask me justly, what was your connection to Nosson? I have no answer, other than saying I feel very lucky that we bonded. However, if I ever thought that I had a special privilege, now I know that there were hundreds like me.
Some of my children, may they live and be well, are his age. Still we became friends. We Farbrenged together, we cried together, we said L’chaim, and we talked and texted on our cellphones.
I discovered a boy who lived first of all for the Rebbe. He lived to live a life of Chassidus. He lived to do a favor to another Jew, sometimes physically and sometimes spiritually. His passion for Chassidus was one of a kind. And while he was the star of the show, he never wasted any time, and he was very punctual with his learning schedule.
Nosson would light up any Farbrengen, and he would turn on your envy of his knowledge of Tanya Baal Peh. This rare combination of a fun guy, who is as serious as they come, was something to marvel at.
I guess that being that I was older, I got to hear a little of his anxieties. And I know that he was many a time suffering from the circumstances. Nevertheless, he would collect himself, and with much Bitachon, he would burst out with a Niggun or a Gut Vort, which would reignite the spark of life and joy, to continue doing the right thing.
His love for his family, and especially for his brother Levi (may he have a speedy full Refuah, to live many happy and healthy years), was astounding. He was so excited to go visit and help on Yomtov and other occasions, that he would come back with such stories and renewed energy, that reassured you that all will be well.
Whenever we spoke, whether he was in California, Virginia or Florida, he was always excited about what he was doing. And when he visited New York, he always made a point of doing some catch-up, and when we spoke face to face, the radiance that came through, put all that you heard over the phone, into a motion picture, except in real life.
I was lucky to have a friend in Nosson Deitsch.
Then on Lag Baomer, as we were marveling over the great parade, and we enjoyed watching the children having fun at the carnival, the news came like a ton of bricks. I went into shock.
Tell me this is not true, I cried. But sadly as the hours progressed I realized that this is not a just a bad dream.
Nosson, Nosson, how could this be?
Over the next hours, throngs of Bochrim and friends came from all over to pay their last respects, and to cry their eyes and hearts out, over this unbelievable tragedy. I felt that I’m not alone.
Knowing that I was friendly with Nosson, my son sent me a text immediately, which said it all: “What should I say… Boruch Dayan Hoemes…. Knowing Nosson, there’s no sofek in the world he wants us to be mesameiach bsimchas horashby. He’s surely doing so himself.”
How poignant, how succinct; one sentence that says it all about Nosson.
The pain is aggravated by the long beautiful history and trials of the Deitsch family. I have a problem dealing with this situation. I know that many share these sentiments just like I do.
What can we say? What can we do?
I don’t know. Period.
I can’t imagine overcoming this one. Nosson helped me getting over Zalmen, but who is the Nosson who will help me get over Nosson?
I can only compare Nossons passing to that of Nadav V’Avihu. The two holy children of Aharon Hakohein. Who perished in the Mishkan on the day of its dedication.
Let me try some of the parallels.
The dedication of the Mishkan was a day of enormous joy. Lag Baomer is a day of great joy.
Nosson was a boy of happiness who made everyone else happy.
Nadav V’Avihu left no children.
Nosson left us without any children.
The response of Aharon their father was one of silence.
The passing of Nosson threw everybody into shock and silence. There are no words to utter.
Hashem told Moshe that the entire nation of Israel will cry over the fire that G-d ignited by the death of Aharons children
The entire Lubavitch community is crying over the passing of Nosson.