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 anonymous Email Article To a Friend View Printable Version 
 From:  Anonymous  
 Dated:  Tuesday, May 28 2013 @ 03:38 PM Eastern Daylight Time
You had the ability to change the world ...one of very few. I think of you often...I miss you.

   

 your yarzheit hit me and I didn't know it Email Article To a Friend View Printable Version 
 From:  Anonymous  
 Dated:  Sunday, April 10 2011 @ 10:17 PM Eastern Daylight Time
Hello Amir. I had a very difficult and painful weekend. While getting my hair cut today in preparation for Pesach, I suddenly realized that last week was your yarzheit. So then I understood why I overreacting to a recent personal challenge. And I knew I was thinking of you and the tremendous impact you had on my life and the lives of so many friends and acquaintances you touched. You will live in our hearts forever.

   

 Our first triple date Email Article To a Friend View Printable Version 
 From:  Anonymous  
 Dated:  Wednesday, November 12 2008 @ 03:38 AM Eastern Standard Time
three 15 year old girls and three 15 year old boys went to a movie on Ceder Lane. Jonathan Wolf, Benjamin Praeger & Amir Lopatin- Amir was very generous and offered to buy Pizza for everyone. He was very smart and analytical-he was friendly and amicable- he is missed.

   

 Good food, good memories... Email Article To a Friend View Printable Version 
 From:  Anonymous  
 Dated:  Sunday, June 24 2007 @ 08:54 AM Eastern Daylight Time
There are two food items that I associate with Amir - 1998 Gan Eden Black Muscat kosher wine, and Trader Joe's Bruschetta tomato topping. Both of these are very delicious foodstuffs that I hadn't seen until Amir brought them back home and shared them when we were roommates at Stanford. Now these items are regulars in my kitchen, and they often bring back good memories and a silent toast to Amir.

   

 Ramaz Email Article To a Friend View Printable Version 
 From:  shoshana  
 Dated:  Monday, May 29 2006 @ 01:57 PM Eastern Daylight Time
Below are excerpts from a letter Amir kept in a file folder labelled "funny stuff." The letter is dated April 26, 1993 and was written by a member of the Ramaz administration exasperated by Amir's failure to conform with the Ramaz dress code. I love that Amir kept this letter, and I have to admit I am proud of my little brother for keeping the combine on its toes.

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Lopatin

It has been a longstanding tradition at Ramaz that students come to school on Yom Haatzmaut dressed in bigdei chag, the kind of clothes that they would wear on a yom tov . . . at the very least, the vast majority of male students come dressed in white shirts and ties.

Unfortunately, Amir came to school today dressed in blue jeans and a flannel shirt and tie. The dress code clearly states that dress shirts and required and any color of jeans is forbidden any day of the year, let alone on a day such as this. More important was the attitude he presented when asked about his attire. His responses ranged from alleged ignorance about dress code requirements …. to his insistence that he believes it is more important how he behaves than how he dresses. This is not the first time I have had discussions with Amir about the dress code or other issues. His attitude is frequently argumentative and unbending. I do not begrudge him his philosophical views; yet I must insist that the school’s rules be enforced and that the boundaries of appropriate behavior are not crossed.

I write you now to inform you of today’s incident and the sense of frustration that comes with it….

   

 my thoughts Email Article To a Friend View Printable Version 
 From:  Anonymous  
 Dated:  Saturday, May 13 2006 @ 08:13 PM Eastern Daylight Time
I have just lost a father and on seeking information on laws of mourning I came upon this wonderful website. I should say I also lost a sister at the tender age of 31. She was my best friend , my...well my Amir. Well loved, young aspiring mother etc. I remember the line of cars on the way to the cemetary stretched beyond site. Reading the stories, eulogies, poems, thoughts on the site only bring back the feeling of intense loss. Intense doesn't begin to describe it really. My fathers recent death and my sisters death ,now 19 years ago are a painful reminder of our fragile existence here. It took me many years to forget the pain of her loss, only to be conjured back with another close death. The blessing you have done by posting this site with its heart fealt emotion surely is Amir's n'shama, his will, giving solace to others he never even knew. May your pain and sorrow be short and his spirit live forever.

   

 Cape Cod Email Article To a Friend View Printable Version 
 From:  Anonymous  
 Dated:  Friday, March 04 2005 @ 09:46 AM Eastern Standard Time
I only met Amir a couple of times through our friend Ben, and my story comes from when we were kids and Amir came out to Cape Cod to spend a week or so with Ben's family. I have this memory because it was so very funny to me, and I hope that it can bring a smile to someone who reads it. If anyone knows the "The Cape" it was always a bit behind in technology and back in the early 80's it was far far behind. Watching TV for instance meant spending a good amount of time fidgeting with the rabbit ears on black & white TV.

One day while playing a board game (most likely RISK, which now that I think about it, Amir introduced me to RISK) the TV was on in the background and some Tropicana commercial came on, the ad had a particular scene where they pictured an orange juice glass upside down for a moment. Amir happened to be walking by the TV at that same moment and apparently had had it with the poor reception he had been having. Well, he abruptly starting whaling on the TV cursing it to the extent only an adolescent can. Of course the commercial played on with the glass being turned right side up and Amir walked away pleased with his Fonzie-like fixing of the problem.

Again, I hope this brings a smile.

-Mike

   

 Captain Amir Email Article To a Friend View Printable Version 
 From:  Anonymous  
 Dated:  Monday, June 28 2004 @ 11:23 PM Eastern Daylight Time
I don’t know whether this goes in “Brown” or “Stories.” In any case, this is just one example of how my time at Brown was made even more memorable by knowing Amir.

I met Amir early on at Brown (we being CS majors), but it wasn’t until our junior year that we became friends. We were both graphics geeks and I had the privilege of working with Amir on our final project for CS-224, one of those classes that makes geeks feel like blood brothers when they’re through. When our junior year ended, I was happy to hear that Amir had found a sublet for the summer right next door to my apartment on Governor St. There was a certain young woman that he was trying to impress so one day, he invited her and me (as wingman) to India Point to show off his sailing skills. He had been taking a sailing class and was now ready to brave the waters unsupervised. So the three of us hop in this little sailboat and Amir immediately starts ordering us around and telling us about the different ropes and doodads. After a few false starts, we’re off. Amir is pulling ropes, maneuvering the rudder. Then he says, “Hmm, this rope is tangled around the rudder. I’m gonna detach the rudder and try to fix it.” It wasn’t long before we found out that when you detach a rudder in open water, it’s nearly impossible to get it attached again. So Amir, looking slightly flustered now, says, “No worries, let’s just take down our sail. That’s the signal that we need help.” So we take down the sail, but there’s no sign that the boathouse employees are moving. The whole time, the boat is going wherever it wishes and we’re getting closer and closer to some pilings until !BANG! we crash right into them. We see the boathouse employees jump off their chairs and onto their waverunners. When they reached us, they looked totally pissed, but Amir just stood their calmly saying, “Didn’t you see me take down my sail?” Well, needless to say, that was the last time I stepped on a boat with Amir.

Amir, I can’t kick myself enough for saying, “Reunion’s coming up, I really need to get in touch with Amir.” You are sorely missed.

   

 Amir & Jewish Learning Email Article To a Friend View Printable Version 
 From:  abby  
 Dated:  Thursday, April 22 2004 @ 04:25 PM Eastern Daylight Time
I want to share with everyone that last summer, in 2003, Amir registered for Hadar's havruta (Torah study partner) matching program. (Hadar is a traditional egalitarian prayer and study group on the upper west side of Manhattan.) Just last week, in reviewing some of Hadar's records on past programs, I came across Amir's name and his request to "investigate the passages in the torah that give me the most trouble (e.g. slavery, sexism, etc.) in accepting it as a divine or even divinely inspired document." I actually didn't know Amir, but I have heard so much about him over the past few weeks - about his kindness, intellectual capabilities, love of life and pursuit of truth. I feel lucky to have found Amir's entry and to have been moved and inspired by his pursuit of truth and his desire to not give up on Judaism but to study and struggle with some of the most difficult issues within the religion.

   

 Your American Child Email Article To a Friend View Printable Version 
 From:  Anonymous  
 Dated:  Monday, April 19 2004 @ 07:51 AM Eastern Daylight Time
It was so many years ago it seems that Sara and Yossi welcomed me and my family to Englewood. We had a wonderful Shabbat dinner at their home one frigid Friday night. It was in their teeny tiny dinning room. It was at that time that I got to meet all the Lopatin children.

Shosh quiet, intelligent and beautiful, Uri, the Judo enthusiast and Amir. There was just something about Amir that I could not explain... a defiance of spirit done with charm, the challenge or pronouncement delivered with a half smile and twinkle in his eye.

It was another time that I drove Sara and Amir home from the JCC and after listening to Amir explain to Sara why he needed to do what he wanted to do, making an eloquent argument for his position that I turned to Sara and said, "Sara, this is your American Child."