There aren't words

Yet we try to write something.

I think we all knew they were dead, but the news is that the bodies of Shiri, Ariel and Kfir are coming home. The babies whose pictures Westerners including Ivy League students ripped down because they were Israeli. Their father is home and must live the rest of his life without his beloved wife and two children. A lot of people will think, “They are Israeli, they deserve this.” A lot of people who don’t think they deserve this will think, “They are Israeli, they will be fine.”

It’s not fine. All of this could have been ended on or about October 8, 2023 if the international community backed by a strong United States had demanded the release of all the hostages and unconditional surrender of Hamas. But no… Biden equivocated, most of the Western world turned against Israel, and half of my friends went insane.

It’s been a pretty rough day for a variety of reasons, and I have to get up early and go teach kids again. They need a smiling teacher at their best, and I will give them that. I had my shift at the cat shelter tonight which really cheered me up.

It’s a hard time. I miss my father. I wish I were able to live closer to my mom, but we don’t have a way to make that happen yet. Security seems to be elusive, and it seems like every time I get a glimpse of it, it disappears fast. I’m tired. Just getting through the day seems very hard. I’m not much fun these days.

It’s three am in Israel and I bet a lot of people can’t sleep. I wish I could call to say goodnight in Hebrew.

Layla tov. I’ll learn to write it in Hebrew soon enough

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Rest in peace, sweet little babies and mom. G-d please bring some peace to their father and their family, and all the families who have lost so many or are still waiting to find out if their loved ones are dead or alive.