My Yuval, Our Yuval
We love to hear
the knock on the front door and the ring of
The bell. They
bring us our loved ones, relatives and friends.
Only of one
knock are we afraid. That knock -
knock that turned our lives upside-down
That felt like
a stab in the heart and left us numb.
carried on beating, frozen in fear.
My Yuval, Our
Yuval, the “angel” of The Unit, the
your buddies, smiling, good-hearted.
Who would have
believed that Yuval, on the 50th birthday
would turn in to a real angel. A tragic death.
Foolish. Careless. Which cuts through to the bone.
We miss you. We
hold your clothes close to our face
To feel your
smile. We touch them to maybe feel the
Warmth of your
You are not
here but we feel your strength and presence.
searching for you. Klila feels lost without you.
thrashing like waves in the sea, the sea you
sailing on a different sea. It is also blue, but
blue. And we hold our hands out to touch you for a last time.
Be at peace, my
Yuval. We are together deep in our hearts.
We'll seek you,
speak to you, tell stories and listen,
From now our
yearning for you will grow and grow
Just as you
should have done