Last week, we went to Har Herzl, Israel’s national military cemetery, to pay our respect to those who have fallen so that we may live here. Each year, there is an official ceremony there on the morning of Yom Hazikaron (Memorial Day), and the location is overrun with thousands upon thousands of people. We discovered… Read More Those Left Behind
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
