I desperately miss living in Israel. Rarely a day passes where I don’t think about what a special place it is, and how wonderful things were when we lived there. I miss the old ladies yelling at me for not putting an extra layer on my new born baby daughter. I miss being shoved as I maneuvered my way through the shuk on a Friday morning. I miss watching the sun set over the magnificent golden hills of Jerusalem. I miss hearing the beautiful sound of lashon haKodesh filling up the city streets. I miss the kedusha. And I miss being there with Am Yisroel mourning the unthinkable devastating tragedies that are occurring on a daily basis.

Here in America, life just seems to be going on uninterrupted. People are just carrying on with their day, going on their merry way. There is a bit of cheer in the air, with Thanksgiving coming up and the Holidays coming in December. No one seems to know, or care, whats happening in our precious Holy Land.

But how exactly are we supposed to go about carrying on with our normal day, going about our daily routine when before even arriving at work our dear brothers in Israel were murdered at a synagogue during the Mincha prayers? How can we just go on functioning normally when before sitting down at my desk this morning three more were murdered, including one boy from the Boston area engaging in a beautiful act of chesed, distributing food to our heroic soldiers?

How am I supposed to function like a normal human being on this dreadful day, when there are so many more orphans, widows, aggrieved parents than there were yesterday? How is everyone else around me functioning as if nothing happened?

Physically I am in the West. But I am not really here. My heart and soul are in the East, crying bitter tears with our brothers and sisters in Eretz Yisroel.

May the Kedoshim’s memory be a blessing, and may G-d swiftly avenge their blood.