Time passes, but it does not erase the moment of the most bitter tidings – that our beloved ones are no longer alive. This is how you felt – in every home and family. This is how we felt – my parents, I, and my younger brother Ido, when my brother Yoni, of blessed memory, fell. The longing is present every day, the hands want to hug again. The eyes – to see the smile. The ears – to hear the voice, the voice of our dear one.
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