Today we said goodbye to our Mojo.
He somehow made it through October 7th—and then survived another ten days alone in the kibbutz. He came back barely able to walk, but he was a fighter. He waited, held on, and hoped—just like us—for Omri to come home.
This evening, I brought him back to Nahal Oz to bury him.
I’m sorry, my dear Mojo, that we couldn’t save you. And I’m sorry, my Omri, that you didn’t get to say goodbye to your best friend.
Mojo, you’re our hero. You’ll live in our hearts forever.
💔🎗