There will be no more waltzing with Matilda.

There will be no more praying with Rabbi Eli Schlanger or smiling with R’Yaakov Levitan.

As the day progresses, we will hear more names. And to every name, there is a story. Stories of bravery and heroism and stories of sorrow.

I don’t know Australia. I have never been there. Never visited the land of the kangaroo or hunter spider. But I know the melody that I had once believed to be the national anthem of Australia.

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