The Day of the Funeral for Naftali Frenkel, Gilad Shaer, and Eyal Yifrach z”l
3 Tammuz 5774
One breath, one slow painful inhale, one sad tearful exhale. An entire nation is breathing in unison. No one is a stranger. Everyone, every random person is a brother, a sister, a mother, a father, a grandparent, a mourner. And one long, large as the universe, vast as the stars, precise conversation:How sad and tragic a day. What to do? What to do?