The time that has passed has not dulled the pain • "I have a small request, that you come in a dream and talk like before", writes Ella's mother • "Wants to be united forever", writes Maayan's mother
3 years of longing - a special project.
In the photo: the scene of the disaster in Nahal Tzafit
Photo:
Dudu Greenspan
You remember the life I thought you would have
Yael Cohen, mother of the late Rumi
Romilosh, what's up soul? Gegue. Three years since you left. We have just finished arranging the yard for a memorial. Everything is beautiful and ready. The flower arrangements you love are waiting, your photos are hanging all your loved ones are thinking of you now. My beautiful you must be smiling. The way you were led to your death, is the opposite of the way you went about your life. You did not come from a place of knowing you came from a place of wanting to learn and get better every day. Your perfectionism, the insane ambition to succeed, the endless demand from yourself to "give everything I have" went hand in hand with modesty, inner peace, rolling laughter and a good spirit. You knew how to love. How many connections have you made in your life. And now in your death, you continue to connect the loose ends. So many friends have brought me closer to my heart in the three years since you have not been here. You are not here in your body and your spirit accompanies us at every moment. I have been washed since the flood in many murky waters. You are swirling with pain in the face of the journey that the heads of the mechina have been leading us on for three years and adding pain to our pain. You were able to teach them what responsibility is.Crushed back from court, have another long day of hearings where people hurt each other in an organized way and under the auspices of the law. Forgetting to be human. Our friends and family you loved so much all the support and connection and the good that is the only consolation.Romilosh, hey hello my beautiful girl.
Love, Mom.
My love, want to be united with you forever
Dorit Barhum, mother of the late Maayan
My beloved girl took you from me three years ago. You were drowned in the river. These are 1,095 days of longing and unbearable lack. The darkness here prevails all the time though every morning at sunrise I look at the rising sun and look for you. The light floods the world and only we are in the darkness, in the darkness and in the huge pain that does not let go. Even Mika, your bitch, died of a heart attack a few months after you died. For the past year, I have been more and more involved in the trial against the heads of the mechina that killed you, Yuval Kahan and Aviv Berdichev. We are there every Monday and Wednesday trying not to miss any discussion. I hear and feel ashamed. On that damn day while the rescue units and the police searched for your body, the heads of the mechina had already shut down a lawyer. Instead of taking responsibility for their actions, they do not even look down. I promised not to cry but it's just a shame. Three years have passed since you left us. Your girlfriends have been discharged from the military, Ken has not yet. The boy friends are about to be released or have completed a track.I think what headquarters you could be and what path you would choose to take later in life - and again the tears start to flow. Dad and I moved in, we thought it would be a little easier for us to get away, but it's not. Your kind of room passed with us just as it was, but unfortunately you only name it in the pictures. A kind of my lover I just want to hug you, to smell you to unite with you forever.
Exercise.
We'll meet again, and this time I'll take care of you
Sharon Sadan, mother of the late Yael (July)
And that you were a happy flower in a field of thorns, a fraction of a second, with contempt and criminal arrogance plucked. With compassion for all living things and with a homeland love you adorned your world, a homeland that did not deserve you. And that you were a child of justice values and responsibilities in your ways, rest assured that they are the ones responsible for your death. And since nothing has changed here, a sick circus is running for him at trial. It has no drop of emotional morality, guilt or justice. This week marks three years to go. My treasure, we need a date. The longing for you suffocates with every breath. The passing days bite into every piece of our body. Your candle has not gone out, you are here with us in every thought. Waiting for you to suddenly show up with a heavy backpack on your back and with a rolling laugh you will shout: "Imush, I touched". My love was commemorated, in so many places and in the dance hall that you loved to dance so much that your picture hangs on the wall - "Sadie's studio" wrote on the sign. I know you're keeping us on top. Your presence is here with us. Miss you miss the days gone by and hug your bear. We'll meet again, you know. We will hug and laugh this time,My love, I will take care of you.
Love, Mom.
You came back and gave me a perfect hug
Etty Ballali, mother of the late Gali
One night I dreamed you were back.
You came back really, tired and hungry.
And after the shower with the towel rolled up on my head, you gave me a perfect hug.
You said it was fun and also dangerous but that the friends you knew were really nice, and you promised to tell me even after you slept.
"Good night, my child," I said, and you had time to ask: "Mother, do you remember knowing someone who studies in Jerusalem? So we arranged to meet when I returned."
And I just told you we already knew and go to bed.
And just before you fell asleep, you said you thought you would not go to this prep at the end.
Come in a dream, we'll have a conversation like never before
Sarit Angel Or, mother of the late Ella
These are mine, I'm writing you a letter not to be sent. Now you might have commanded soldiers, protested and proud to serve the country to pass on to others the joy of life you had. A funny and opinionated girl, optimistic and loving person. You would probably come on weekends from the army, enter the house with a big bag, a huge, tired smile and full of stories. You must have been full of plans because "time is short ...". You would probably make sure to play with the nephews who are waiting for those aunt you will play with to come and give Grandpa and Grandma the strongest hug of your arms. With all the road dust you would go down with the root sandals to the spring near the house with your friends. These are a lot of thoughts of "what if ..." but you are not, you stop in time. Since the disaster fragments of memories have accompanied our lives - what a special and beloved girl we have lost, and how time does not heal. It's just hard. Since you left us for heaven a lot of good and happy things have happened. Chen your older sister gave birth to Hillel Maayan and Or were married in an exciting wedding and now they are expecting their first child.Amit and Michal will be married in about two weeks. What a big miss, so you wanted to dance at their wedding. Three years have passed but for me the disaster happened yesterday. You disappear from our lives but you continue to be in my heart day after day, hour after hour. I continue to be a loving and caring mother and grandmother as always. The nephews Gali, Noam, Mika and Mia, talk about you as if in another moment you will come down to us from heaven, open the door and say: "I came back forever." And I have a small request, come in a dream and we will have a conversation like once in the small hours of the night.
Love and miss, Mom.
