As I was busy packing for our move yesterday, a coordinated terrorist attack struck in South Israel near Eilat.
Most of the victims were returning from or going to Eliat for vacation. Yesterday, they only wanted a short reprieve from their hectic lives. They only wanted to laugh and relax in the beautiful resort town. Today, they are dead.
Families have been torn apart. Fathers have been taken from their children, wives from their husbands, sons from their mothers. I am angry at the senselessness and that I have to once again help my host country mourn for her citizens. Before moving here, I had hope for the conflict. I had hope the violence and hate would end and peace could come to the region. I couldn't understand the hopelessness that Israelis felt about it.
Today I understand. It is easy to take a break from the conflict in the States. Every once in a while, I would flip on the news and for 5 minutes feel sad for my husband's homeland. I would turn off the television and go on until next time. My life was uninterrupted.
When you live it. When it is miles from your front door. When hold your breath hoping you don't know a victim. When you pray this time it won't escalate. When you fear for your husband, your friends, your family during the hours following. When you cry for their dead children as they celebrate your children's death. When you can't get away from it ever, not even on vacation.
The bitterness, the anger, the hopelessness inevitably seeps in. I pray for this country and her citizens. I pray they can one day live without the senseless hatred their neighbors use as an excuse to interrupt their lives.