It’s the 13th eve of the 14th year. Pictures, comments and remembrances have already started, as to be expected. But this one caught my eye. And in my head, a resounding reply. “NO.”
My brain, my heart, my soul cried out “No more silence!”. Not because I don’t honor them – all the beautiful souls lost and affected that day – but because I am tired of silence. I am tired of solemnity. And I think they would be tired of it too.
Don’t stop the world in their memory. Don’t turn down your eyes in sorrow. Don’t remember them only in that small window of time where there is no sound.
Live. If you really want to honor them, honor their memory, share the legacy, then God damn it, LIVE.
Laugh out loud with your head thrown back. Hug someone with all your might until you both tumble over. Go outdoors and breathe the sun-warmed air of a late summer afternoon. Sit and quietly watch the wind blow softly through the trees. Read. Talk. SHARE. Feel the music in your bones. Eat and drink with your tribes until the last story is told and the embers grow dim. Dance. Sing. Cry. Run. Explore. And love. Love. LOVE.
But DON’T go silent. Not anymore. If you really want to remember them, it’s not about just one day. Remember them EVERY day.
‘A moment of silence’. We’ve all observed them, have we not? That’s what I initially thought of when clicking the link to the video of the observance of Yom HaShoah, the Holocaust memorial day in Israel. (Please click here to watch it.)
But this is nothing like what you may have observed before. It’s certainly nothing I’ve seen before. This is entirely different. What this is, is true OBSERVANCE.
They literally stop. Everything. Stops. Not only do they stop, they get out. They stand. They are silent (with the exception of the siren that, itself, harkens an air raid siren in an eerie shadowing of war time). They do not move. They have completely and fully given themselves and this moment to the memory of the 6+ million souls that this observance is for. It is one of the most amazing and honorable acts I have ever seen.
In the video, suddenly, on the left-hand side, you can see a white bird fly upward. Clearly it’s too far away to identify, but for just a moment I imagined it was a dove, come to remind us of peace, and love. This is what true observance should be. The memories of those people deserve no less, from ALL of us; not just those observing Yom HaShoah in Israel.