THE HEAVENS WERE WEEPING
Two days ago, I stood with my family, and former residents of Gush Katif in the pouring of rain, at the graveside of my son-in-law, Gideon Rivlin ז"ל . 19 years ago, he was murdered by terrorists in Gush Katif. Gideon’s youngest son, Gilead was one of the speakers: “I began to write, but had no idea in which direction the text would lead me. What should I speak about? On the grief, the war and death? Or on the new life and about our Alma? At Alma”s birth I was confronted by a whirlpool of feelings because of this dissonance. A moment ago, I was at my army base preparing my soldiers and equipment for going into Gaza. Suddenly Noa phones. I leave everything and travel straight to the hospital. I am sitting in the hospital and Alma is sleeping peacefully on my chest when, at the same time, I read on my cellphone of one soldier killed and others wounded. This dissonance has accompanied me for 19 years. Since you were killed I live and fu...