Last night, at the wedding of my cousin’s son, I witnessed one of the most moving moments I have experienced since making aliyah.

Last night, at the wedding of my cousin’s son, I witnessed one of the most moving moments I have experienced since making aliyah.

As the chattan stood beneath the chuppah, the names of soldiers from his unit who had fallen in the war were spoken aloud.

Not a passing mention.

Not a statement that they would be remembered.

As I listened, tears filled my eyes.

There was something profoundly powerful about hearing those names spoken beneath the chuppah. In a moment overflowing with joy, the chattan made sure that those who could no longer be physically present were not forgotten.

By speaking their names, he was saying:

“You are still part of my story.”

In recent months, I have seen many forms of remembrance in Israel. I thought of the Jerusalem café........

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