On January 31, 2012, two years ago today, Ayelet passed away. We lost our little fighter. Our sweet little ball of fun. Mrs. Miss, cowie mcow. At times it feels more like two days ago.
What we witnessed, what occurred, still seems shocking. The magnitude of the loss our child to us, still children ourselves, doesn’t make any sense. That final night comes back in vivid detail. How the hell could this happen?
And what were feelings of grief and mourning, turn to numbness then anger, rage, sadness. The waves of emotions come in and out like the endless tide.
Memories wash over us with such a bittersweet taste, remembering her, and those who stood up for our daughter, so proud, and then without notice, a deep loneliness drifts in, leaving us, bereft, alone.
She’s not there. Gone baby gone.
People often ask how we survived, and I always answer bluntly:
We, for good or bad, are not the same. Like all who experience trauma, this is our new normal.
Too heavy for one heart to bare, to comprehend, to fathom. Luckily, we have a world of connected strangers behind us - Ayelet Nation, you, who will not let us forget the brut force of life that was little Ayelet. You witnessed this. You felt her impact.
You heard her cry. Our cry.
And so we ask you to help us not forget the inspiration of Ayelet Yakira. Our dearest deer. 2 years after our 2 year old was returned. Taken.
A child whose body was born broken, yet somehow she was able to make us whole. She reminded us to dig deep - we have more within us, as individuals and as a community, that we can get up when knocked way down, we can go another final round.
She’d want us to get up, to live more vividly. Like in the flick Rocky ‘Get up you son of a bitch ‘cause Mickey loves you’. (I replace Mickey with Ayelet.) Take action and choose to give it your all. Ayelet reminded us that we all have a superhero uniform underneath our regular everyday garb, just waiting to be unleashed. She ripped off the regular.
So if you have a moment today please shed a tear, a prayer, a thought, a wish to remember the little girl who loved nothing more than a day of stickers, straws and smiles. She, I am sure is smirking down on us, getting a kick out of just how much her story, her past, is still so very present in our lives.
Let the unstoppable tears of two years ago, drive us to become unstoppable human beings.
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