Three years ago today, Gilad was captured.
I've blogged about this before over here and here.
I don't have much to add. Just that I get sick to my stomach when I think of it. And that I feel guilty that I don't think about it all the time. I go about my business; I laugh, cry, work, play, am kind, lose my temper, share and sometimes don't. But Gilad is not on my mind constantly. He is never far away. Living here, he can't be. There are signs and posters everywhere, t-shirts, snippets in the news and many people working hard to get him freed. But he is not there always.
Even though I can't think of him constantly, his captivity touches my heart, as it does the heart of all Israelis. We acknowledge these milestone days, and wait and hope. Personally speaking I am glad that I don't have to be the one to choose to bargain with terrorists--truly a deal with the devil.
May G-d grant your freedom speedily, Gilad. We are waiting.
A father awaits his son's freedom.
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Can the heart break over and over again -- for Gilad, for Jonathan, for Zachary and Tzvi and Yehuda and Ron and Guy and all of them? And for their parents, siblings, wives, children? And for those who've been returned (sigh), and for their parents, siblings, wives, and children?
Yes, it can.
And still we must go on living, in between the cracks and breaks. We are not a people that dies inside. We "soldier on," and remind ourselves and others.
Thanks for reminding me, Baila. May we celebrate the safe return of Gilad, and all of his fellow captives.
May G-d grant your freedom speedily, Gilad./
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I think about him, also--I wonder what he's thinking, if he knows about the protest tent, the demonstrations, the news stories, the bumper stickers. I wonder if he is cut off so completely (I assume so) that he has no idea how much we care. May he come home soon, whole in mind, body and soul.
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