I surf between CNN, Fox, and the Jerusalem Post scanning photos of our soldiers: rough beards, weary postures. Some raise their fingers in a "V" while supporting wounded comrades. I squint, searching for Akiva's face among them...
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A very moving story! When you live in Israel you know these stories happen too often! It happens to total strangers but because we are all connected we weep for that stranger! Am Israel (the Nation of Israel) feels the pain of each soldier of each Jew! Hashem, G-d, please send us Mashiach Now! Please! May mothers in Israel see their chidren grow up into older men. May Peace come to Jerusalem.
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Being "b'sof ha'maarav" - in the furthest reaches of the West - makes me feel helplessly removed from the life and death issues of Israel's surival. Thank you for sharing this extremely personal and moving piece. It makes me emotionally connect - somewhat - with the experience that these Israelis are going through.
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I am sobbing. My face is wet with tears. It hurts to lose our fine young men to these wars and our people to these terrorists.
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This is beautiful. It really touched a chord in my heart. I know exactly how it feels, not from the 'war in israel' point of view, but I know the pain of celebrating when people you love have had their lives torn by tragedy. I kow how it feels to dance at a family member wedding, while your close friends are mourning. Thank you for sharing this.
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what a painful, yet beautiful story. Thank you for sharing it with us.
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You write beautlifully. And now, following Tisha B'av, when all of Israel mourned the loss of our glorious Temple, I want to give you a blessing. May G-d bless you that from now on, you may use your talents to write of joyous occasions, unmarred by any sadness, especially not the tragic sadness of Elisha. And that all mothers can hug their children, and not have to wait "forever" for them to walk through the door. Moshiach Now!
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Thank you for sharing. This was very meaningful.
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Thank you all for your encouragement and kind words! I carried it around with me for a long time, and it felt good to finally get it out.
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