It's Memorial Day in Israel. The sun shines so beautifully. My cousin is still dead.
They named a fertility clinic after him. It's hoped others could have life. My cousin is still dead.
An ambulence is being funded. People are volunteering in his name. My cousin is still dead.
There's millions of people crying. The whole country mourns with us. My cousin is still dead.
I hope regardless of your views, you'll not see him as some random soldier. He was a medic, who volunteered double shifts to help others, and who packed food packages on his days off.
He was a kind friend.
He missed out on his beloved cousin's engagement.
He will miss out on the wedding. On my wedding. On every every family event.
He was twenty one. He'll be twenty one forever.