At the funeral yesterday, I saw…
a woman who works at the register in the supermarket I shop in.
the guy who I sat next to in synagogue this past Shabbat.
my son’s 7th grade teacher.
the local Chabad rabbi.
the kid I bought my lulav from this year for Sukkot.
a woman I recognized from the local pharmacy.
a neighbor who’s on a 24-hour leave from his reserve duty in the army.
a father hugging his daughter as she weeped uncontrollably.
a teenager holding an Israeli flag.
And we were all standing there together, in the rain, at a funeral of a 20-year old soldier most of us never met, because he gave his life for our people and our nation and that’s the very least we could give back to him.