We are at the end of Yom HaZikaron, Memorial Day. The sirens last night and this morning, already wrenching, felt like they were at a whole new level--our little town is mourning the death of one of its own, a 20 year-old soldier who was killed in a tank accident last Shabbat.
I know the Jewish world as a whole is small and I know where I live is also small, but I am really seeing it up close as it seems like truly everyone here has a personal connection to this family. In our case, Penina is a classmate of one of his younger sisters. This morning she made her first shiva call without a parent with her....
Hearing the sirens and thinking of this family in the midst of sitting shiva for their son, grandson, brother.....There are no words.
May the memory of Eliyahu ben Roni be for a blessing and may his family be comforted among the mourners of Zion and Jerusalem.