I left a bit late to get to the ceremony at the cemetery this morning. The siren began, and I stood still. I looked around. Everyone stopped whatever they had been doing. People stepped out of their cars. Tractor drivers got down from their tractors, as you can see in the picture.

I never like photographing my neighbors during such events. I try to be discreet.


It spooked me. An empty chair, such a simple and direct symbol of their dead son.

Hashem Yinkom Damom
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An empty chair, such a simple and direct symbol of their dead son.No more needs to be said.
יהי זכרו ברוך
May his memory - and the memory of all the fallen - be for a blessing.
Thanks for leaving the kinder blessing. Too many terror victims for my kishkes today.
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