The full shock of the devastating news reached us only after sunset, as the holiday ended: the kidnapped hostages, dead, and wounded; the unimaginable brutality with which human dignity was violated; the thousands of soldiers heading to the front lines, our sons-in-law among them.
A Day in the Life of an Israeli MOM: Rina Zitser
My name is Rina; I am 56, a mother of 3 sons, and a grandma to a 2.5-year-old.
A new count has begun on Saturday, Oct 7th.at 6:30 a.m.
BBS- Before Black Saturday, ABS- After Black Saturday.
Two weeks BBS, we became empty-nesters when our youngest moved to Europe for an exchange students program. My calendar was filled with exciting mentoring sessions and workshops (as an organizational change consultant.) and a trip to an exotic destination.
My life was beautifully and comfortably planned until it wasn’t.
I live in Ra’anana, so when the siren broke on Saturday, on Sukkot at 6: 30 a.m.,It was clear that something was terribly wrong.
We jumped out of bed and rushed outside to the staircase in our building since we don’t have a safe room. I called my sons, one in Tel Aviv and one in Ramat Gan. No one answered. Panic.
Finally, they answered. They just left the phone when they rushed to safety.
I am the lucky one. My family and I are safe.
My two sons are in the army. My pregnant daughter-in-law, my grandson, and their dog, Peacock, live with us. I am self-employed without employment, a full-time grandma, and a change expert relearning to handle extreme change…
I am not allowed to complain. Others suffer more.
So, I carry in silence the guilt of the survivors.
Last week, while I was driving back from packing packages for our soldiers, with goods sent by generous Jews worldwide, the siren broke—another Rocket attack.
I stopped my car and lay on the road, my hands protecting my head.
Russian Roulette. Hamas style.
Safe, I whispered to myself You are safe.
Whatever that word means…