During the recent war, they rushed to the bomb shelter countless times when their city came under attack. For that alone, I will have trouble forgiving the Palestinians. My parents did nothing to them. That they became targets of Hamas rockets is just a small example of what is very wrong with Gaza and the culture of death they nurture there. Once they were caught in a building and went to the staircase with many others; once they were asleep during an early morning alarm and I woke them...for that too, I will have trouble forgetting this past summer.
My father writes and grows things, forever offering to give me plants that I am as likely to kill as I am to nurture. He tells silly jokes that I've heard a hundred times and sets my kids to endless laughter with them. They adore their grandfather and know they are blessed. May he live to 120 and be blessed with knowing that he has raised three children well, eleven grandchildren in pride, and even two great grandchildren.
They make me want to retire...oh, what wonderful things I could do...if I could retire - that is one of many things they have taught me.