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In loving memory of Asher Strobel
A glimpse into the remarkable 21 years of life of Asher Strobel a"h through the eyes of his friends.
Below are a few of the many heartfelt eulogies about Asher from his memorial service at Chabad of Binghamton, and from his Shloshim memorial at Frisch on February 10, 2011:
I wanted to first thank Dr. and Mrs. Strobel for allowing me the opportunity to speak here tonight. I met Asher freshman year at Frisch about 7 years ago. However, in those 7 years we really created a special bond and in effect we became to be very good friends over our years at Frisch but more so afterwards even though we went our separate ways in Israel and eventually to different colleges. I think it really shows a lot about Asher’s character and who he was- Despite going to different Yeshivas in Israel and different colleges, we were still able to stay in touch and maintain that close friendship we started at Frisch. Asher would always give me a text or give me a call just to see what was going on. We took many similar classes since we were both interested in business and Asher would always ask me how was your accounting test, how was your finance test and I know he genuinely meant it and really cared how I was doing. Whenever he was coming home for the weekend, he would always let me know and try to arrange to meet up Thursday night or even spend Shobbos together. I think this comes to show how much he really cared about me and how important it was to him to stay in touch with me.
» Click here to continue reading the eulogy by Eli Sipzner
At the beginning of last weeks parsha, hashem instructs Moshe to tell Bnei Yisrael to take for me Terumah. The Beis Halevi asks why does the pasuk use the lashon of Vayekchu and not Vayetnu- give for me a portion. The Beis Halevi answers that while we may think we are in control of the world, it is Hashem who ultimately runs the world and thus we are not giving but rather taking in the building of the mishkan.
» Click here to continue reading the eulogy by Brian Frankel
This week’s Parsha is unique.
You read through the Psukim, and notice that a crucial figure is missing from the text. Moshe Rabbenu is not mentioned once in this entire Parsha. This is the only Parsha, from the time that he is born, that Moshe Rabbenu is absent.
Why isn’t he mentioned? The Torah is called Torat Moshe, yet in this parsha, yet he’s not even here! It looks as though the main character of the Torah is absent from an entire Parsha in his own book.
» Click here to continue reading the eulogy by Isaac Strulowitz
I wanted to share a story with you that perfectly describes one of the things I loved most about Asher. Two weekends before Asher passed away I had the privilege of hosting him, along with 10 or so other friends at my house in Monsey. Over the weekend we played a game of football in the freezing cold weather. Asher decided due to the weather to play with his hands in his pockets for the whole game. And for those of you who knew Asher, it was a pretty classic move on his part. As you can imagine he didn’t have too many touchdowns with his hands in his pockets. The game was nearing the end and his team had one more play to score a touchdown for the win. My team decide that it was obviously not necessary to defend Asher because he wasn’t really playing... especially not with his hands in his pockets. So, Asher’s team calls hike, everyone is running their routes, and Asher, casually, with his hands in his pockets, strolled into the end zone, turns around, and catches the ball. His team won. This game so beautifully captures one of Asher most admirable traits.
» Click here to continue reading the eulogy by Joe Cohen
Good evening, everyone. So many of my memories here at Frisch, as well as at Moriah, of skiing, playing cards, basketball, in Israel for the year, all draw up memories of Asher Strobel, whose memory and life we remember here this evening and will cherish always. Over the last month, since Asher’s tragic passing, I have reminisced about the memories Asher and I shared. Some of them are so recent they are almost tangible; some memories are as distant as elementary school and even kindergarten. I have tried for some time now to think of a single, encapsulating moment in time of Asher that I could share with each of you that would sum up all of Asher’s wonderful qualities. At Asher’s funeral I listened as Ron Strobel, Asher’s dad, spoke about how Asher was not someone to remember with specific moments, but rather, as someone who was incredible every time you were with him. I realized that all my memories of Asher are what to remember him by, and not just a select few. So, Ron thanks for helping me and so many of us here in this room, to remember Asher properly and in a way that gives his life deeper meaning and continuity, even though we so badly miss his physical presence.
» Click here to continue reading the eulogy by Ranan Gontownik
I am blessed to have known Asher Strobel throughout my entire life. He was my brother Isaac’s best friend, and I was able to grow up with him. As Isaac’s best friend, Asher was always over at my house, and really became a part of my family.
But my relationship with Asher blossomed from something totally different, something that, looking back on it, truly speaks volumes of the kind of person Asher really was.
Throughout my childhood, whenever my brother and Asher would get together, I would always be the extra, the one who latched on. As a result, I was actually only close with Asher through my brother’s relationship with him. It was the three of us.
» Click here to continue reading the eulogy by Ben Strulowitz
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