At The Cemetery

This morning I was at the Shiloh Cemetery when the sirens went off at 11.

Every year, more and more people. Some of the bereaved families managed to get to the moetza's (regional council's) ceremony at Waadi Charamiya and then to ours in Shiloh. It's only a few minutes' drive.

Many people participated, parents, siblings, friends and there were grandmothers in attendance. I imagine the grandmothers' pain as multiplied by feeling the pain of their children, the bereaved parents and then their own pain as bereaved grandparents.

May G-d give us all the strength we need.