When Words Fail

Baruch Dayan Emet.

I must have restarted this from scratch a half-dozen times, because there are no words to express the torrent of sadness, anger, and disbelief that came from hearing the news that Gi-Ad Shaar, Eyal Yifrah, and Naftali Fraenkel were murdered soon after their kidnapping. There are no words that can ease the pain their loved ones feel, or the pain the entire country is feeling right now.

This is a horrible, senseless tragedy on every level, from the deeply personal to the national. These boys were sons, brothers, cousins, students, and friends. And they were our boys as well. The state of Israel felt that they are our children, and as a nation we are all in mourning.

It may be small comfort to those that truly knew Gil-Ad, Eyal, and Naftali, but all of Israel feels a part of their pain. That is what makes us Israel.
And maybe, when words fail, it can be enough to provide their loved ones some comfort. Because Hashem knows, we could all use a little comforting right now.