Baltimore, MD – Nov. 8, 2025 – After experiencing the high of Simchas Torah, our simcha quickly turned to sorrow with the shocking news of the untimely petirah of Rabbi Hauer, ZTV”L. At nearly the same time, we received the tragic news of the passing of a dear friend to many, and nephew of Rabbi Hauer — former Baltimorean Ouriel Dzikowsky, Ouriel ben Chaim Mordechai, Z”L, after a long and difficult illness.
I first met Ouriel at a meeting for my daughter’s school, Bnos Yisroel. I immediately gravitated toward this talented, sweet, and dedicated young man. He was sharp, and I could sense that he was driven by a genuine desire to help the school. Our daughters were in the same grade and were friends, so it was especially nice to make this connection.
When we first met about seven years ago, I quickly noticed his go-getter attitude and found myself drawn to him. From including me on a team in his wife’s JTAP 3-on-3 basketball fundraising tournament to sending me his weekly Challenge Your Table parsha riddles and quizzes for Shabbos, Ouriel was always creating something new and meaningful. He brought people together in such thoughtful ways.
A few years after we met, Ouriel and his family made the big move to Ramat Beit Shemesh. I can’t say I wasn’t a little jealous — aliyah is something I’ve always wanted but have struggled with. I admired his bravery and dedication to making it a reality. When I visited Israel not long after their move, I saw how happy he was. His family seemed to be adjusting beautifully, and I couldn’t have been happier for him.
Even when I wasn’t great about keeping in touch, Ouriel would comment on my WhatsApp statuses with his trademark humor, keeping our friendship alive. When my sister’s brother-in-law married his wife’s cousin, Ouriel made sure to message me from the sheva brachos to tell me that we now shared a family connection. I excitedly replied that we were practically related!
About a year and a half ago, I heard the devastating news that he had developed a serious illness and would need to have his leg amputated. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. On my next trip to Israel, my wife and I made sure to visit him in his rehab facility. I brought the best bottle of wine I could find, but Ouriel made me feel like a million bucks for bringing it. Weeks later, he messaged to tell me I had spoiled him with that incredible wine.
For the last twenty months, hardly a day went by without me davening for Ouriel ben Tziporah. I thought of him often, checked in, and followed his journey — hearing about his challenges but also about his moments of victory and strength. Navigating the medical system in Israel wasn’t easy, but Ouriel never seemed to get down. At one point, he returned to the U.S. for treatment, though unfortunately, we didn’t get to meet in person again.

One of our last conversations was about his search for work and his desire to keep supporting his family. He had tried something in Israel that hadn’t worked out and was now hoping to find remote opportunities. Even as the disease spread to his lungs, he never complained, never gave up. His final message to me, sent along with wishes for a Gmar Chasima Tova, thanked me for my brachot and for always thinking of him.
That was Ouriel at his best. As many mentioned in their hespedim, Ouriel never stopped caring — for his family, for his friends, for everyone around him. From the moment he met you until his final day, he lived his life that way.
May we all learn from Ouriel to live without complaints, to look out for others, and to approach life with faith and kindness. Through that, may his neshama have an aliyah.
Yehi Zichro Baruch.