You may have heard of my son Koby. In May, he and a friend were brutally murdered a half-mile from our home in Tekoa, Israel. He was bludgeoned to death in a cave. He was killed with utter cruelty. He was killed because of hate.
He was an innocent 8th grader. He and his friend had cut school to go hiking in the wadi, the dry riverbed. They wanted to know the wadi like the back of their hands, his friends told us during the shiva.
June 14 would have been Koby’s 14th birthday. On that day, I was in terrible pain. How do you celebrate the birthday of your oldest child, who is no longer with you? How do you mark the day that would have brought him closer to high school and to college, to manhood and marriage, to children?
How do you ma