And so we move from sadness to celebration.
I just finished watching the official ceremony. The main part was the beacons being lit by representatives from all parts of Israeli society. Each story was an inspiration. Each dedication delivered from the heart.
I still don’t feel comfortable about the switch from despair to joy that these two days bring. Maybe I never will. But that feeling doesn’t last long as it is replaced by the sheer unbridled pride and joy that comes with being able to celebrate Yom Haatzmaut in Israel. I’m so glad to be here.
Happy seventy-third birthday Israel. Many happy returns.