Sweet wave Look at how I hold you close in our last photo.
Squeezing you tightly, fingers to shoulder, so you can feel how much I love you. I hope you knew how much I love you. I just want to tell you over and over again that I love you, I love you, that we all love you so much, Shai and parents Wendy and Guy and Daphne and Barak and Idel and Ravid and Rotem and all the guys, love you hard boy. Want you to have decades to love and be loved. Want to save you from this cursed death.
My mother screamed all morning that it wasn’t fair.
Our Gal is a man of justice and truth that you are, an honest man from a ruler. A man of pity and humility and modesty, how shy you are reincarnation you did not know how smart and beautiful you were. A man of excellence and endless diligence. A man of compassion and caring. A man whose mouth and heart are always equal, whose every word is a commitment. Where are you and where is our broken leadership. I also want to scream it’s not fair, it’s not fair, it’s not fair.
Don’t want to write about you, just want to write to you.
Do you want a drink?” or “Do you feel like sitting on the balcony” or “When do you see you at my parents’ house with all the guys?” I just want you to come into our house with your usual huge hug, with the “liloush” that you pull the sh, and in an instant make me feel loved. How much you made my mother laugh, how much respect you gave my father. With your heart-expanding eyes, with your sincere, shy smile that for as long as I can remember has made me happy. I loved you and loved being by your side from the day you entered our lives, we all loved.
I met you girl, my little brother Shai’s best friend. You immediately became a member of our household, another brother to me and another child to my parents. There isn’t a holiday or celebration that you weren’t part of, you made our home better, you expanded our family. When I broke up with my first ex, you were the one who found me a new home, an apartment in the flea market because you wanted me to have a good place to heal. Of course you are Gal, who has the heart and patience like you to help me find an apartment.
Now they say on the news that you’re a fighter, but I don’t know. You are a man of emotion, a man of words, a man of touch. A man of medicine, of healing, of helping others, of compassion, of laughter.
What does all this have to do with you, our dear child?
I got to return the favor when I left you my home in Tel Aviv when I went to New York six months ago. A humble and tortured child, a mensch that you are, how happy you were with the homeless corner in Chelnov that I left for you, the main thing is to have a balcony and sun and a big table to learn about. How much you learned about this table rolling, how seriously you took your future, how much you wanted to do great things in the world. How I waited to see you blossom and reap the fruits of all the hard work.
I can’t believe this happened to you.
You’re the most careful and responsible kid in the bunch, the one who answers my mother’s phone that my brother doesn’t answer, the one who takes us all home when my dad drinks.
Reincarnation If I trusted someone with my eyes closed it’s on you, I left it to you to keep the dress
My bride. Country’s computer is still in your closet. How did this happen to you, boy, how are we supposed to believe that headline with your name and picture?
Now I’m consumed with guilt that I left you screwed up blinds in your bedroom and think if the mattress was comfortable enough for you and why I didn’t wash your curtains and why I didn’t buy you a new plant for the entrance of the house as a surprise as I wanted and why I let you do the municipal taxes and electricity. Who knew your time would run out so quickly sweetheart, I would have left you a palace and done all your bureaucracy if I knew.
Sorry Gal our sorry,
I’m so sorry this happened to you.
I can’t stop thinking about how sad you would be if you knew you died. I hope you didn’t understand. How much you loved to live, how much you wanted to live.
Sorry our beloved, we will forever miss you.
💔💔
Lee Yaron