Tamar Fogel Shares Memories of Eema and Abba
The following article by Tamar Fogel appears in today’s issue of Yediot Achronot. Five members of the Fogel family: the parents Ehud and Rut and their children Yoav (11), Elad (4), and baby Hadas (4-months) were murdered on Friday night, March 11, 2011, by terrorists who entered their home in Itamar. The Fogels left behind their daughter Tamar (now 14), and two boys, Roee and Yishai, who are today 10 and 4
Tamar Fogel writes:
My mom and I were really good friends. I am the oldest child, and until Hadas was born I was also the only daughter.
All of my friends had problems with their parents, and I was the only one who was different. Eema and I would go walking every evening and I would tell Eema things about myself. One evening we went out on a walk; it was winter and very cold. I had two friends and we were sort of a trio together, but at one point we had started to fight. Eema told me, “Friendships never work as trios.” It started to rain and we ran together. We got home soaking wet and laughing.
My parents were a special couple. There was a strong love between them that a child could simply see and feel. My mother was fire and my father was water, and they both had a presence that influenced you even without many words…
They real loved when we would get wild all together, and that’s how our Friday night tradition got started. Every Shabbat, already in the middle of the meal, the little kids would go to the room, and they would take blankets and pillows out to the living room and start to get wild, until everyone would fall asleep in the living room.
On Friday night there was a terror attack. My brothers were sleeping in the living room when two terrorists came into our home. When I came home already nothing was as it had been before. My Abba and Eema were murdered with three of my younger siblings, and since then I have a hundredth of a second of an image that I will never be able to forget.
I remember the time that I babysat for a family on the yishuv and fell asleep on the sofa. The father came in, and saw me sleeping and didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want me to be embarrassed if he would wake me up, so he sent my Abba an SMS, “Tamar fell asleep, what should I do?” Abba wrote him back, “Wake her up, she is strong, she’ll be OK.”
Today I think my father knew something about me which can give me so much strength. The words of my Eema and Abba can continue within me forever.