She doesn’t want to stand at attention by his grave, by these stones, by the pacifier and pop-up toy. She wants to listen to him cooing in her arms. See him smile Watch him learn to crawl, to walk. She wants to watch him eat solids Teach him to potty train, to ride a bike,… Read More They Don’t Want to Stand at Attention
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
I think I’ve concluded that this is my favorite day of the year – Yom Ha’atzmaut. It just doesn’t get any more meaningful than this. I believe that I’ve written about the Yom Hazikaron (Memorial Day) and Yom Ha’atzmaut (Independence Day) ceremony almost every year that we’ve been here. But I am struck by it… Read More Tears, Flags and Fireworks
