We found the veil…is this the end?

We found finally the veil. Maybe I didn’t want actually to find it. Maybe I just wanted to posticipate. Because this step represented the final piece of a puzzle which will bring you a little bit away from us, in another country, with another family name, with a new love.

Who knows, I guess that sometimes I am really jealous. Because I know that, in a few days, your first thoughts will be for something that goes beyond our family. To your new identity.

Forgive me if I was rude, if I said things I did not mean. It was my mother nature who was calling from inside, trying to send you a message of which I am a little bit ashame: I love you so much, I know it seems strange, I know that if you were already 30 I would love this moment to become real.

The truth is,that I would want you some more only for me.

That I feel those times during which I was holding your hands and driving your moves, making you choose between a Croc’s and a shoe, are so frighteninly gone.

That the only thing I can do now is just to sit down in the car, with the engine switched off and let all the tears come directly from my heart to the surface of my face.

And tell you: I will always love you.

Welcome home Gilad Shalit

Welcome home son of everybody.

Son of mothers who did not sleep at night worrying for your life.

Son of fathers who trembled every day fearing for your destiny.

Brother of teenagers who prayed everyday for your health.

Friend of babies who named you after their Shma’ Israel.

Flame of candles lit up every Friday with hearts full of hope.

Star of the sky endlessly shining for 1935 nights.

Glue able to keep women and men of different traditions, colors and accents, united by a common dream.

Fish bought on the terrorism market at the price of 1000 sharks.

Living miracle with still the strenght to smile after all those nights away from your home.

Tear falling on faces who crieds even not knowing you.

Member of a big family, spread all around the world, whose Father is there, always ready to help.

Part of a nation which motto “who saves a single soul does save a whole world” is not only wrtitten on old books and abandoned papers.

Today it’s your day, dear Gilad Shalit.

And for 6 hours no phone call was made.

No invitations was written.

No veil was designed.

This is your day.

And even an incoming wedding with all its sorts of troubles and joys, which requires every instant of our busy lives, is able to stop for a while.

Because you, though you don’t know, are even my son. And your new life is precious for me as you were just newly born.

Thank you G-d.