Six years ago, we experienced terror in our family. Far away, in Mumbai, with siblings I had never met. It was a long drawn out kind of terror. Knowing that they were being targeted and tortured and ultimately killed because they were spreading light. The biggest threat to the dark. Over the next few weeks we all sat horrified as we learned the details of the attack and all about the beautiful family we lost. When the tears stopped falling we all noticed we were not the same as we were before. We recognized the importance of family and of our mission. When we gathered together, we acknowledged that although I have never met you, you mean the world to me. I would do anything for you and would be heartbroken if any harm befell you.
Since my husband got sick, we have received an overwhelming amount of love and support, that I have always felt is a result of the Holtzbergs. The pain of loosing fellow Shluchim was too great and something to be avoided at all costs. I know that this doesn't ease the pain, yet within the pain there is so much beauty. So many boys and girls bearing the names of these giants that continue to have such great influence over our lives. The length we go thru to ease the suffering of our family members is a testament to the legacy of the Holtzbergs. They did not darken our lights they made us aware of how powerful it is. I am sure their holy Neshamas continue the fight upstairs, right next to G-d.
Very soon we will be reunited with all of our family. Our Patriarchs and Matriarchs, and the many giants we have lost.
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