To remember where it hurts,
how it got that way,
to tell the journey,
to honor the pain,
not become the story.
To keen, wail, let out the anger and grief, the desire to have things go back to the way they once were - hah-deysh yah-mey-nu k’kedem to shrie gevalt - “to cry out: ENOUGH!” Some thought to put an end to this mourning sequence when the State of Israel was reborn. We didn’t. We couldn’t forget that Jerusalem twice fell. From such a memory comes determination and strength.
