For months, I knew this was a possibility, but I didn’t want to believe it. I didn’t want to give it weight. Because if I do, if I admit that baby Kfir, Ariel, and Shiri were murdered, I have to admit that our world is broken beyond repair. How can there ever be peace? Every day, I try. I try to stay positive. I try to not focus only on the antisemitic crimes, the synagogue fires, the insults, the hate, the war, the testimonies of the hostages… I pour all my energy into imagining a better future for all of us, a peaceful one. Today, as we bury this family, I can’t. Tomorrow is a new day, and I’ll be back fighting. But today, I can’t think of anything but these three angels who were stolen from us.
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