These days between Passover and Independence Day are full of memory. The memory of the Exodus and being a people, the memory of the six million and their heroism, and these days we remember our loved ones who gave their lives and connect their memory inextricably linked to Independence Day and the State of Israel. Each of these memorial days has regular ceremonies, and there is a special way of commemorating them in the family, community, and state. We are all part of these rituals.

This year the fight against the Corona epidemic requires us to remember differently, and the challenge we face is how to create memory and identification without the many ceremonies, without the shared standing in silence that pierces our hearts with the noise of the siren and, in particular, how to connect all Israeli society these days to the feeling that "we are all one human tissue,  

And if one of us goes away, 

something dies in us, 

something stays with him. "

On the night of the helicopter disaster, I told myself the most important sentence in my adult life: "Moalem was killed and I choose to live." Like you, the bereaved families, I have chosen a meaningful life, a life of optimism and faith. I chose to grow out of Moalem's death, to see points of light within the Black Death from black, and to primarily act as a significant woman to myself and the environment. Thanks to the support of my family and many friends, I am successful in the day-to-day mission that I have taken for myself to keep going forward and up the road that ascends to light and good.

This year we will not meet, my extended family and many friends, as we are regularly accustomed to at Moalem's grave. To keep us alive we will remember together from afar.

We will remember and tell about the fallen in the way of opening the heart, in intimate memories, the ability to show pictures or read excerpts together. Remember through the poems that make us all longing, reading excerpts, a favorite number and memorial prayers. We will remember to continue to instill the love, beliefs and values ​​that have led our loved ones. Standing in the siren of my house, I will remember Moalem with love and pain, a smile and a longing, and together with the memory, thanks and prayer will rise.

Thank you for the years with Moalem, thank you for the girls and the family that is expanding and thank you for the many people who carry the cargo of memory with us. Prayer for the peace of the State of Israel and the entire world, a prayer for those in need of body and mind medicine and a prayer that we will be able to fix what it requires to repair within us.

And next year we will come back and gather near the graves of our loved ones together with all the people of Israel.

MK (formerly) Shuli Maalem-Rafali who killed her husband, Lt. Col. Moshe Mualem, in the helicopter disaster