So there we were again.
Same two fathers, cousins, brothers, sons.
Standing at the feet of their fathers, also brothers, cousins, grandfathers and sons.
It was the same sadness and peace.
I watched, with the same sympathy, same sadness. Same acknowledgment of time. There was one difference; one more mother laid to rest.
One more hole filled.
One more grandmother. Great grandmother, wife, sister, and mother gone.
One hole left. One more matriarch. The last of the elders, the salt of the earth.
I watch, inextricably connected but never having known.
There was some rain, but not the kind where you want an umbrella.
The kind where you realize your skin is thirsty and you need to drink.
And you look up, mouth open and there is a rainbow in the sky.
Connecting the past to the present and everything in between.
Maybe it's because it's in Israel says one cousin, brother, father, husband.
I don't know, but it's a good omen, says the other cousin, son, husband, father.
