Remembering Doron

Doron, always my Rainbow Boy.

Not a day has gone by in nearly fifteen years that I haven’t thought of him. Not a day has passed without him visiting my thoughts and jolting my heart. Doron delighted in being alive and in nineteen short months he touched countless lives with his infectious joy.

I loved him more than I knew I was able to love. He taught me to love with wild abandon, this special baby nephew of mine. He also taught me to cherish every precious minute that we get with the people we love.

The suddenness of goodbye took my breath away, all those years ago. Nearly fifteen years later and my breath falters, still.

Yesterday, my brave sister and brother in law laid him in his final resting place in Israel. Distance, like years, is not recognised by the heart. The pain and suddenness of goodbye and the love for my first nephew – the one who taught me to love with uninhibited passion – are as potent and real as they ever were.

Today, I honour the memory of my beloved and never forgotten nephew, Doron. It’s only fitting that, for a boy who loved the look and feel of running water, I have remembered him today through a stream of tears.

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