Just a few words
I’ll need to be brief this evening, because I just arrived home (9:40 P.M.) and left the house this morning at 7:45. It was a long day and I’m more than exhausted.
No change that I notice today, but then again I was gone all day. He and Yaron are tucked into our bed watching T.V. Yaron brought him downstairs this evening to spend time with the boys. I asked him to bring him up before he leaves because it is not possible for me to accomplish this on my own. It’s the changing of the guards.
I called home at lunch and spoke to Laverne. She is saddened by the change she sees in him. She’s a better judge than I, since she saw him last a week ago.
I spoke to him over the phone around dinnertime. I almost understand what it must be like to speak to him from afar at this point. His family calls from Israel, for instance, and they receive next to nothing in response to their questions; yes and no answers, seemingly arbitrarily and unreliably, and some mumbling; gibberish to the listener. When we’re with him, we have some (but not much) nonverbal cues to draw meaning from, but over the telephone there is none of that. His thoughts and feelings are trapped inside.
I must get to bed; over-stimulation at this hour is not productive for me…Goodnight.
No change that I notice today, but then again I was gone all day. He and Yaron are tucked into our bed watching T.V. Yaron brought him downstairs this evening to spend time with the boys. I asked him to bring him up before he leaves because it is not possible for me to accomplish this on my own. It’s the changing of the guards.
I called home at lunch and spoke to Laverne. She is saddened by the change she sees in him. She’s a better judge than I, since she saw him last a week ago.
I spoke to him over the phone around dinnertime. I almost understand what it must be like to speak to him from afar at this point. His family calls from Israel, for instance, and they receive next to nothing in response to their questions; yes and no answers, seemingly arbitrarily and unreliably, and some mumbling; gibberish to the listener. When we’re with him, we have some (but not much) nonverbal cues to draw meaning from, but over the telephone there is none of that. His thoughts and feelings are trapped inside.
I must get to bed; over-stimulation at this hour is not productive for me…Goodnight.
posted by Gilly at 9:52 PM
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Hi amd shalom from Private Noam Mendelson (resplendant in his red boots) and from his parents Mark and Edna,
We have just returned from a wonderful 2 week visit with Noam and I was lucky enough to be allowed into the induction base,Bakoom, to help Noam change into his uniform. He is coping very well so far with his basic training and looks great in his uniform. He really sends you all his best and misses Yaron very much(as do we-Yaron, please drop in for a meal and a good lick from Tucker.Special regards from Noam to Gilly! Chazak ve'emutz-we are thinking of you all and our hearts are with you.Edna and Mark Mendelson
P.S. I don't know whether the other message I wrote was received.
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