Idan volunteered to fight and did not return.
Three days later, our father also stopped functioning.
Books say that grief has stages. They talk about denial, anger, acceptance.
But for us, time came to a complete standstill.
We were not given the privilege to fall apart and grieve properly.
Our lives were split in two, and the abyss that opened in between threatens to swallow what remains.
The first pillar that collapsed: the void Idan left behind.
Idan, our sniper, the boy who didn’t have to go but volunteered because his heart would not let him stay home — is gone.
He was our pride, our sense of safety, our smile.
When he fell, the light in our home went out.
The second pillar that collapsed: our father fell into silence.
The real tragedy is that we didn’t even have time to rise from the low chairs of shiva.
Only three days after we buried Idan, while our hearts were still open and bleeding, our father collapsed.
It wasn’t just “sadness.” It was the body saying, “enough.”
A stroke struck him at the most fragile moment possible.
He is not disabled, but he is no longer the same father.
The strong man who held the household together, who went to work every morning and provided for us with dignity — lost his ability to function, lost his independence, and lost the ability to hold us up.
And this is where the paralysis began. The trap. The cycle with no way out:
Father: in rehabilitation, fighting for every single step.
Mother: reduced to a shadow of herself, torn between her child’s grave and caring for a husband who needs her 24/7.
The children: need a strong home.
The result: a terrifying financial silence.
When no one can work and no income is coming in, debts do not wait for recovery.
They pile up quietly, in the dark.
We are in an absurd situation: a working, normative family that simply lost the ability to earn a living due to bereavement and illness.
We are not asking for luxuries.
We are asking for the basic right to pause, to breathe, and to process our grief without the fear that debt collectors will knock on our door.
We are stuck in the stage of pain, and the debts are pulling us down.
Idan gave his life to his country.
His parents gave their health.
Now we are asking you — give us a hand so we don’t drown.
Help us close the debts that were created because the household stopped functioning.
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