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.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Remebering Nosson

By: Seema Goldstein Nosson’s aunt

It has been over 4 months and I have not been able to sit down and put anything on paper. However, now that we have a baby Nosson in the family (weird as it may sound but Hashem runs the world) it’s time to gather my thoughts and my strength to put ink to parchment. Yankel and I have a special relationship with all our nieces and nephews. They are all a part of our lives; a part of what we do. We try to include all of them in all the adventurous activities we do. I taught Nosson how to water-ski, an accomplishment he was extremely proud of. He managed to come by every summer to Sackett Lake from wherever he was. If he was in camp, it was on his day off with a car full of fellow staff members. He was never alone. His friends became our guests for the day. That was Nosson. For many summers, Nosson would try to put on Tefillin with one of our neighbors. Yossi tried, Nosson Ezagui tried, yet, the neighbor always had an excuse. This fellow was obstinate when it came to tefillin. This year, however, Yossi and Asher Chaim (Nosson’s cousins) asked him and he immediately said yes. I’m telling you, Nosson was doing something up in Shamayim to accomplish this. Nosson, you’re doing mivtzoim from up there!!!
Nosson, your laughter, your comments on life, your stories of the people you met on mivtzoim, you’re joking with your siblings are all a memory now.
I remember the first Friday night you joined your older brother in chazering a maamir; how proud you were to join the ranks; the gleam in your father’s eye that you reached that level. And of course the smile on your mother’s face that you were one of the boys.
You were always so observant of life. You would always call your mother on a daily basis to make sure she was alright. You knew the latest and best phone model before they were available in the stores; the newest computer she should buy. You were her technical adviser. You could take any situation, analyze it, and find the good to comment on. If your siblings needed you on Yom Tov, you were there before they finished their sentence. We will all miss that positive attitude you exuded as well as your presence.
Your father A”H always managed to find a hint about Moshiach in every Parsha. Some Parshas have them out in the open, while others have them hidden where you must search thoroughly for them.
Please help us find Moshiach now…out in the open.

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