Baltimore, MD - Oct. 19, 2025 - These past few days have been a fog to so many of us — so much so that, as I sit here writing this, I can’t believe that I didn’t have the presence of mind to get on a plane to get to the kevurah. But obviously, Hashem didn’t put the thought into my mind until it was too late.
As the fog begins to lift, as it inevitably must, memories and stories flood in. Reb Moshe, ZT”L, was a friend for so long. We were about the same age, and several of his classmates in Yeshiva Gedolah of Montreal were my close friends in Camp Munk. Our friendship blossomed here in Baltimore. However, as many of his friends will attest, he quickly passed us in so many ways. The amazing part is that he did that without ever giving us the feeling that he was flying by. Yes, he was flying by — so very high — but he grabbed us all along the way.
As the year 2000 approached, I had the rare privilege to become the Chairman of the Board of Yeshiva Chofetz Chaim, Talmudical Academy of Baltimore — lovingly called TA by the locals. At the same time, Rabbi Hauer had assumed the role of Chairman of the Vaad Hachinuch of the yeshiva. The next six years of my life would be some of the most glorious days of my life. Sure, there were stresses, along with the achrayus of running a large yeshiva. However, the reward of working with so many amazing people was perhaps the most impactful experience of my life and the lives of my family.
At the very forefront of the journey was my friend, my rebbi, my chavrusa, and my mentor — Rabbi Hauer. We spoke multiple times a day. We collaborated on all things that would improve the chinuch in TA. In hindsight, it was almost silly. I was a 32-year-old kid charged with the fiscal stability of the yeshiva. Somehow that thrust me into so much more, but I had a partner in Rabbi Hauer, who was 30 years older than me (okay, okay — one year older), who really ran the yeshiva, allowing me to ride alongside him for six years.
And ride alongside him I did. Together with our longtime president, Rabbi Yehuda Lefkovitz, Shlita, we literally rode together. We rode locally to the great leaders of Baltimore — Rav Weinberg, ZT”L, Rabbi Naftali Neuberger, ZT”L — and many more. We rode to Rav Shmuel Kamenetsky, Shlita. We rode to Rav Mattisyahu Solomon, ZT”L, and beyond. I recall one such trip to Rav Mattisyahu with Rabbi Lefkovitz, Rabbi Tzvi Teichman, Shlita — our menahel — and Rabbi Hauer, ZT”L. We stopped at Glatt Bite (well before Mike’s Chicken), and I was trying to eat my sandwich and drink while driving. Rabbi Hauer was sitting next to me, passing me my food and drink as we drove, doing so with all sorts of humorous comments. I relate that story not to jest but to touch upon his wonderful, positive, and funny personality, which was so much a part of him. The more serious components of the trip and what was accomplished need no storytelling here.
My children were close to him. They are now reminiscing about when the Hauers joined us for a day one summer vacation on Maryland’s Eastern Shore some twenty years ago. They will never forget it. We were so fortunate to have recently spent Shabbos lunch with them at their home with my brothers and Reb Moish and Joanne Bane.
So yes, he was so near and dear to me and my family — but he was that to so many people as well, perhaps thousands. And therein lies the beauty of Rabbi Moshe Hauer, ZT”L… and therein lies the profound sadness.
Shlomo said that his father didn’t speak loudly at home or say too much, but rather that he led by example. Reminds me of that Shabbos meal when we were listening carefully to his every word until, at one point, the Rebbetzin said, “I can’t hear you. Can you speak a little louder?”
Just before Shabbos in Israel, Rabbi Aryeh Zev Ginzberg sent a short video, as he does every week — this time addressing the passing of Rabbi Hauer. The Midrash says that Hevel only lived 50 days and that Kayin lived over 1,600 years. How could it be that the tzadik only had 50 days, while the murderer saw generations of grandchildren? Quoting the Sfas Emes, says Rabbi Ginzberg: it’s not always as it appears. Kayin’s entire family was wiped out with the Mabul. However, Hevel’s neshamah was transferred to Sheis, whose great-grandson Noach and family survived the Mabul as the real father of all of Klal Yisrael. Therefore, in reality, it is Hevel who has the zechus of perpetuation and the nachas of generations of our people. Rabbi Ginzberg offered that although Rabbi Hauer only lived for 60 years, his legacy would be so very great and everlasting.
As I conclude writing this, the plethora of letters, memories, and videos keep pouring in. So I ask myself — why am I writing, too? Who am I to be writing anything? Then I saw a posting of one of his last speeches: “We should not underestimate our role — as individuals and as Klal Yisrael — in setting the forward direction of Klal Yisrael and the world.” If my minuscule contribution of memories, from the angle of a friend and working together on a makom Torah like TA, can help in any way, it’s worth writing. At the very least, it’s another tribute to this most amazing giant.
So… Reb Moshe, your friendship is treasured, your life’s work is astounding, and your impact is and will be everlasting. I miss you. We all miss you. But as with Hevel, you may have left this world too early — yet your impact will be felt forever.
Yehi Zichro Baruch