Zikhronam livrakhah … May their memories be a blessing.
These are words of comfort for those who mourn.
May their memories always be a blessing…
But when faced with senseless acts of random violence,
how do we find the blessings in the memories?
We relive the painful loss of acts of hatred.
We remember the ignorance fueled by conspiracy.
How do we say zikhronam livrakhah,
when we know the pain those memories evoke?