Sharav has been gone for a week and his hair is all over the apartment, his belongings scattered about. I can’t bear to clean up and lose that last part of him.
I’m heartbroken and totally bereft. I’ve cried more for him than all the crying I’ve done in my whole life. I never knew that I could feel this much grief.
Gazing into the Mediterranean. Tel Aviv, February 2009. Click any photo to see more.