“I’ve never seen it so empty!” My favorite salesgirl sighed.  “This is the worst feeling we’ve ever had.  How could anyone go out shopping?”  I answered.  And her partner showed me the film today of her uncle’s house that was bombed today and destroyed.  The three of us sighed, and then we began remember how we all met almost 20 years ago and how every meeting was a celebration.

That did it for me.  I was going to buy face cream but I was so upset I grabbed a whole bunch of cosmetics I’m too old for, and then couldn’t find my card at the register.  I had thought the face cream would be a break from the gloom, but it wasn’t.  And it got to the point where I couldn’t function.

I hate writing about depression, because I know that every sad person in this country makes the Hamas laugh a little more, but when we saw the sewer that the six  hostages had been thrown into for months, so small that there was no way for them all to lie down and sleep, so unsanitary, so neglected, when we saw how they must have starved, and suffered before they were murdered, we all went into such a state of sadness we couldn’t think straight.

Is this the worst we will experience?  I doubt it.