Dear Eli and Dina
Dear Dad and Mom
My spiritual father and mother.
14 years in which I was privileged to grow up on the Torah of Israel and the love of Israel in your home.
Years when the door was open for Shabbat meals, holidays and sand, for crisis calls and small talk.
The light in the heart has always been on and every guest is happily received
The education of free love and heritage.
Sower - for the season,
The planter - for years,
And the educator - for generations.
Every time in the spring, we would wait to see the flowers that Eli had sown,
And Dina would help him clear the stones.
The fruit trees you planted in the garden in toil and sweat.
Two great educators who put up a lot of students - who educated in their home and in their beit midrash.
On the 25th of the tribe we all met.
Shulamit, our little sister, who will no longer be allowed to enter the canopy.
Our older sister, Batsheva, who came with the sweet grandchildren they loved so much,
Zvi and Talia, whose parents were happy to enter the canopy,
Comfort and the little herald, that Grandpa did not spare pictures of his grandson in his first moments.
Pictures that Dad really liked to take with his children and grandchildren,
Commemorate the ray of light and happiness on this family day.
The piano that Dina loved so much will no longer be played at the entrance to the house.
That we will be privileged to raise sons and grandsons and see them engage in Torah as the patriarchs do,
And in these difficult days we will get to see in the building of the house,
And let there be free love and not free hatred in the people of Israel.