miss you so very much.
year has passed since that cursed Wednesday;
same day you said goodbye and kissed me saying
nothing to worry about, in the evening I'll be home.
was so calm and confident. My Yuval, nothing could
Harm you until the officer came
to convey the bitter news
your death. I refused to believe it. I thought it was only
matter of hours till they discovered their ”mistake”.
also why I insisted they let me see you before the
but to my sorrow I discovered it was really you
in the coffin – you and no one else.
can I tell you Yuval, my son,
are days when your loss cuts like a knife,
isn't a day that passes when I don't think of you
feel sorrow that I didn't tell you enough how
I love you.
there are particularly hard days when I think about
you are up above us guarding over me.