Pretending

Most of the time i have only the headlines for my posts. This is the headline that came to my mind few days ago and i did not know where to take it from there.

It came to my head while i was with my grandchildren and heard that the Iron dome spread above our heads again, knowing that i have only 45 seconds to find a shelter with 3 kids (6.5.3), i thought may be my next post will be about pretending, Pretending to live a normal life "sans crainte", without fear,

Than the rockets hit the north part of our country and i was relieved as if it happened in some other country, far away.

Delusional biography

I just remembered that my father wrote a book about his life and called it that name. He did not publish that book. He published some other 20 books.I did not read that book and now i don't find it in my house. My son read it and said that it is amazing how many things my father made in his life.

Yesterday I found my father with a 800 pages book about WW2,He served in the Jewish brigade of the British army and was in Europe 5 years, until the end of the war.He came to Israel 91 years ago when he was 1 year and did not know the family who stayed in Poland, When the war was over he was asked to look for his cousin, a young woman who was in one of the camps, he went to that concentration camp and found her, unlike my Father i don't know how to tell a story.

(here were some sad facts, I deleted it)

Later we watched Sky news live coverage of the 70 years celebrations from London.
This is not a sad post. We are happy family as happy families are, and sad as sad families are. 

Generations

My father is 92 years old. I call him every day.When i am with my grandchildren and they hear me saying 'abba",(the Hebrew word for "father", they look at me and lough.They say that it is funny that grandmother is a child to some one else.