Broken Hearts

 

As the final preparations to escort Shiri, Ariel, and Kfir Bibas, hy’d, to their eternal rest began, I sat in the Kotel Tunnels sobbing. As if their murders weren’t enough to make me weep, I remembered my Kotel visit fourteen years ago. Then I also cried my heart out thinking about my grandson's nursery school buddy, Elad Fogel. He, his parents, brother, and infant sister, hy’d, were stabbed to death by Arab terrorists while he was sleeping in his bed. The whole country grieved and my three-year-old grandson had to deal with death and hate. There were nightmares and questions, but time moves on, and so did he.

A bereaved father once told his wife that HaShem will comfort us if we let Him. There’s the trick. We need to let Him.  

My children have lost so many of their friends- sickness, war, car accidents, and terror. With each of their losses, another piece of my heart breaks. It's amazing there's any of it left. But there is, and I'm able to see the many miracles HaShem makes for us.

Please, HaShem, don't stop with the miracles. Bring my children’s friend, Avinatan, and all of the hostages home safe and whole. Please!!!

Elad shortly before he was murdered.