The truth is that I find Yom Hazikoran (Memorial Day for Fallen Soldiers and Victims of Terrorism) pretty difficult to handle - almost unbearable, sometimes. It's too immediate, too personal. The whole country is silent and permeated with sadness. And I don't feel like writing more about it this year, sorry.

One thing I have learned is not to watch television any time between 8 p.m. on the eve of Memorial Day until nightfall the following day. There's nothing to watch except heartbreaking interviews with grieving families and mini-documentaries, composed mostly of home video footage, about sparkling young people who died just when their lives were starting.  Back-to-back, all day long. It's just too much - for me.

Posts about Memorial Day:
Allison
Stephanie
Purple Parrot
One Jerusalem
SomethingSomething
What I wrote last year