It is now 12 years since the tragic Gaza Disengagement. Recently, on a trip to Halutza, I met Yedidya Harush, the JNF Halutza liaison, that gave me insight into his personal experience, as someone expelled from his home. His story struck me as a tragedy with hope and a lesson to be taught. When all was lost and they felt complete despair, Yedidya’s family continued to smile..to build..to live..and to never give up.
How does a family, so settled in their home and community, …Continue Reading
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Standing on Har Hertzl, on Yom HaZikaron.
I looked around me,
and I saw sadness.
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Many times we are so focused on the present, the here-and-now, and the future, the where-are-we-going, that we don’t spend the time reflecting on the past, the where-we-came-from. Unless of course, we’re sitting in history class. And if you’re like me, you didn’t necessarily enjoy history class.
The truth is, we owe it to the past generations to remember them. My husband’s grandmother, Bubba, as we affectionately call her, a Holocaust survivor, always says: “Without me, none of this would be!” And she’s right. We can’t take our life for granted when so many struggles were made before us, so that our life would be easier.
When we moved to Israel, my husband and I came to the conclusion that I wouldn’t work for the first year. We decided it would be important to focus on having our family settle and acclimate to a new country, culture, school, language, and friends. There are so many changes when picking up a family from everything they’ve come to know and love. Since I have always worked outside the home, I was actually pretty excited for a year of “vacation.”
