My angels are smiling

I believe in angels.

As far as I know, I have 4 of my own; one that I met and loved and three that I never met, but continue to love just the same.

The one that I met and loved was my Saba, my mothers' father. He was one of the first pioneers to leave Poland (Pre-Hitler) and come to this beautiful country of ours, with a Zionist vision and an undying commitment to building this land with his own two hands and the hands of  the trailblazers who joined him. When I first walked off the Nefesh B'Nefesh Aliyah flight almost 7 years ago, I truly felt Saba's presence with me....I remember that day like it was yesterday. I felt his strong and warm embrace as I stepped off that plane and into my new life. I know he was proud of me then. He's looking down at me from the heavens and at the life I've created for myself in the land he loved so and he feels proud.


My three other angels are my paternal grandparents and my uncle(dad's little brother) who were all murdered at the evil hands of the Nazis. They were observant Jews whose lives were wiped out for that very reason alone. I can just imagine what could have been had they survived...I sometimes fantasize that they would have moved to Israel, the only place in the world where one can be an authentic practicing Jew without fear and threat of persecution...My dad and his sisters would have had their parents here with them, rather than being raised in orphanages and children's homes after the Holocaust...How differently their lives would have turned out...

In so many ways, I feel like I'm living my angels' dreams, too. Here I am, living a passionate Jewish life in the Jewish homeland, with my husband and our two precious children. We are incredibly blessed to have the honor to not only be watching as Jewish history unfolds from afar, but rather, we are MAKING Jewish history just by living here. Hubby and I both made Aliyah(he 11 years ago and I, 7 years ago). I truly believe that we have four angels looking down at us from the heavens and smiling.


With Love,

Cigal