As a therapist of 19 years, I’ve always hoped to mend broken spirits, to transform loss and pain into something meaningful. Yet, nothing prepared me for the events of October 7th. The pain of that day is beyond any fixing.
In those darkest moments, when my faith in humanity wavered, when I thought the horrors of the past could never reoccur, Bring Them Light was born.
From a place of profound disbelief and betrayal, where safety seemed a distant memory for our Jewish brothers and sisters, emerged a glimmer of hope.
In the face of this darkness, we sought light. Though we cannot bring back the beautiful souls we lost, we can honor them. We can celebrate their awe-inspiring moments, their laughter, their love, and their dignity.
They were not just victims; they were vibrant lives full of love and purpose—husbands, wives, parents, sons, daughters, partners.
Some were taken from us together, leaving behind legacies of unyielding strength and resilience.
It is our solemn duty to remember them—not just their names and faces, but their stories. We owe it to them to shine a light on who they were and what they meant to their families and communities.
Let us carry their light forward.
Let us ensure that their memory serves as a beacon of hope and a testament to our commitment to never forget.
Darkness cannot drive out darkness—only light can do that.
Let us be that light.