I just came back from saying goodbye to Nosson Deitsch, of blessed memory. His levaya was in the tearful presence of hundreds of men and women. Any heart of stone would melt at the sound of a mother and family, weeping at the grave site of their son and brother.
I sometimes wish I could turn my mind off. Earlier today as I was standing in the soft rain outside of 770, waiting for the funeral procession, I could not help but think of another procession that came through just the day before. For Lag B'Omer we were having a blast, with thousands of smiling and laughing kids and parents. How different today was!
Hashem should comfort his family and the rest of klal yisroel.
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