#kalanit writes

[vintagelavenderskies]

grief never gets easier. time doesn't lessen the pain. if anything, it makes it worse. there's so many things i miss doing with you. and you should be here to see all the beautiful things. i miss our 11 pm talks while you drank your tea in the kitchen and i sat on the couch, holding onto every word.

i don't remember what your voice sounds like anymore. it was calm and reassuring. i remember that much. i remember how you would mix up words sometimes and pronounce things differently than what's the norm.

i see myself in those little things. i tried to change them and then realized it's not bad to speak how we do. it's the way our family has talked since they came here so many years ago. i take pride in it now.

it brings me a little closer to you. like looking at your pictures does.

i won't forget you. i love and miss you so much.

[kmorecoffee]

some days i'd like nothing more than to collapse and let out a scream so loud it shakes the earth. i want to let all the grief i've been carrying out.

[vintagelavenderskies]

It's day 300.

300 days since the deadliest massacre since the shoah.

We said never again. Never again will we go like sheep to slaughter. Never again will we not fight back.

300 days since 1200 innocent civilians died. A music festival for peace turned into a terror attack.

Shani Louk and so many others - murdered.

300 days since kibbutzim were ravaged and burned to the ground.

300 days since 240 hostages were taken. Time ticks by.

40 dead in captivity.

Time ticks by.

Who knows what they're going through? We can speculate but we cannot imagine.

Because horror is that: horror.

You can't imagine unless you've lived it.

It's been 300 days and everyone has forgotten about October 7th.

I'll never forget