This is my first Yom HaZikaron (Israel Memorial Day) with a soldier in my home. What a heavy change. Last night, as the memorial began and I thought about my son, out there somewhere in his uniform near the beginning of his service, I had trouble breathing. I’ve been preparing for his service since the… Read More The Soldier In My Home
Last night, we were sitting at the dinner table discussing that it would soon be Yom HaShoah (Holocaust Memorial Day) and that there would be a siren at school tomorrow. My 12-year-old started thinking about the word siren. Here was our conversation. Z: “Are there different words for sirens in English? Like, do my cousins… Read More A Life With Sirens
Yesterday, I wrote a blog post about my reaction to my 18 year old son and the way he has selected to spend Yom Hazikaron. Today, in the late afternoon, he decided to share his own thoughts on the subject. I thought they were so beautiful, so full of the hope and the pain of… Read More Honoring the Fallen: In My Son’s Words
This was first posted last night on the Times of Israel blog. We remember on Israel Remembrance Day. I remember you, Koby. It was the Spring of 2001 when you were murdered while hiking through the wadi near your home. I remember you, Koby, and the day they were searching for you. I clutched my… Read More I Remember You
And it begins. I see my Facebook feed slowly slowly starting to change today, as friends post memorials for their brothers, fathers, and friends who have fallen in action; who have been killed in terror attacks. And I know that by tonight, my entire feed will be filled with these stories, and my heart will… Read More First, The Tears
