Nosson OBM - A sun in our midst

By: Bentzy Plotkin

I wake up to the dreary sound of rain bouncing off my window, to the painful ache pounding my heart. A dear friend is gone, and even the heavens seemed to notice.


It surprises me that I am so overcome with emotion, after all, I only knew him for a short time and I our time together was infrequent, yet the tears are still trickling down my face.


We walk towards a freshly dug grave, and I am still in shock, it seems unreal. I want to scream "Nosson, Don't go - I still need you".


And while his casket is being carried by the mourners, as friends and family are standing in shock, I notice the sun creeping though the clouds and finally chasing them away, causing the birds to suddenly chirp. It was as if Nosson himself was trying to comfort us.


It than dawns on me why the pain feels so real, why tears are streaming down my face, and why

While the time I spent with Nosson was relatively limited, the pain is so real.


With Nosson, our every interaction raised my spirits. He was like a sun breaking through my clouds. He had such a zest for life that was contagious, and no matter how down I was feeling at the moment - he lifted me up in such a sincere and cheerful way.


Nosson, you were an inspiration for me how to live life to its fullest.


You continue to inspire me now by how many lives you have affected.


I will try to take that inspiration with me throughout life's journey, to be a sun in the clouds that threaten.


RIP Nosson