Tonight the sun will sink behind the hills of Yerushalayim just as it did on the night the heavens themselves seemed to weep.
The streets will grow quiet.
The lights will dim.
The melodies of joy will fall silent.
And Am Yisrael, the children of Avraham, Yitzchak, and Yaakov, will once again become mourners.
Not because we have forgotten.
But because a Jew is…
