LIKE you, dear readers, “libi bemizrach,” “my heart,” at this very moment shredding to splinters, “is in the East.”
For 18 days we traveled a painful, yet hopeful, journey together.
As this painful chapter draws to a close, the release of the pent up hope we were all holding in has now turned to unbearable grief. The hope has burst forth in a wave of collective pain and sadness. We hoped together, now we weep together. We are all hurting.
That is the legacy that our beloved Eyal, Gilad, Naftali, with their families, Yifrach, Sha’ar and Frenkel, have bequeathed to us.