She Is Still With Us

After October 7, Noya Dan became part of our family. We speak her name. We light a candle for her memory. We will not forget her. Not now. Not ever.

I never met Noya Dan. I never met her mother, Galit. I’ve never walked the paths of Kibbutz Nir Oz or sat at their family table. But Noya lives in our home. She lives in our hearts. She lives in the way I hold my son a little tighter, the way I speak his name, the way I see him and see her all at once.

It’s been a year and a half since October 7. Since t…