By Yossi Goldstein
Nosson Noteh Deitsch, I still think this as one bad joke.
Every time I go to your house I am certain I will find you there sitting on a chair in the kitchen learning either Mishnayos or finishing up on your Chitas or helping your mother out, while carrying that wry smile on your face. You always had that infusion for life and you loved to live life to the fullest and to utilize all it had to offer!
There were seven cousins on this physical world who were born within a year a half, now there are but only six! Nosson, we will all miss you dearly. But aside from your relatives, your friends must also bear in mind that it was a zechus which we all merited knowing you for some part or all of the nearly 22 years of your life! We all came in contact with a special guf and a more special neshama!
Nosson, you will be in our hearts always and forever; may you continue to be our beacon and shining light!
Representing the seven,