… was the title of the book in which the granddaughter of Yitzchak Rabin, peacemaker and prime minister of Israel, processed her pain over the murder of her “Saba” (Hebrew for “grandfather”) in Tel Aviv in 1995. I have no clue why the book I read 25 years ago comes to my mind now… Possibly because the title puts well into words the expression of my own condition.
I would like to be there for the people of Israel. As an expression of my love and solidarity, I am collecting donations. When choosing an organization, I quickly realize that its content should have something to do with myself. I am recommended an organization that has been successfully helping people overcome their traumas for over 20 years.
Trauma work is fundamental and it concerns all of us. After all, when we carry on the legacy of our fathers and grandfathers by disconnecting from our feelings because the wound hurts so much, we unconsciously pass that hurt on to our descendants – and with it, the complete transgenerational trauma. Just as my Jewish father passed on his Holocaust trauma to me and my brother.
The good thing is that there is a way to reconnect with oneself and heal the wound. However, this requires well-trained professional guides. And this is where I would like to start with my little fundraiser. I want to help the families in Israel who have gone through such unimaginable things – so that the next generation can be free and history will not repeat itself.
A Jewish saying states:
“As long as a man lives, he has hope.”
At Yisrael Chai!
More info on the Israel Trauma Coalition (ITC) at:
https://gofund.me/4ae390a7