איך כותבים הספד / דוגמאות להספדים

The murder of Yitzhak Rabin On November 4, 1995, not only caused enormous damage to democracy and Israel's chance to integrate into the regional space, but also caused an outburst of sadness and grief that greatly affected everyone who came to eulogize him at his funeral (except, apparently, Mazer Weizman).

As an audience, the obituary must have been a very intimidating experience. The funeral created an audience of the dignitaries that have ever gathered on the land of Israel, including dozens of kings and heads of state and all the senior officials of the state along with every self-respecting media in Israel and the world. At the same time, most of the speeches did not exceed the size of the class.

Of all the great and many speeches, only two will probably be remembered: Clinton's 'Hello, friend' speech, which by the way was not at the funeral itself but three days earlier at the White House, and the speech of Noa Ben-Artzi (today Noa Ben-Artzi the Philosopher), Rabin's granddaughter who spoke on behalf of The family.

Forgive me for not wanting to talk about peace. I want to talk about my grandfather.
You always wake up from a nightmare, but since yesterday I've only been waking up to a nightmare. The nightmare of life without you - and it is indigestible.
The TV keeps broadcasting your pictures, and you are so alive and tangible that I can almost touch you. But only almost, because I can't eat anymore.

Grandpa, you were the pillar of fire before the camp, and now we are left with only the camp, alone, and we are so cold and sad. I know people talk in terms of a national disaster, but how will you try to comfort a whole people or share your private pain with them when grandma doesn't stop crying and we are mute, feeling the huge void left empty by your absence.

Few really knew you. They can now talk about you a lot more, but I feel like they don't know at all how huge the pain, the disaster and yes, it's a holocaust, at least for us, the family and friends that are left, just your camp, without our pillar of fire.
Grandpa, you were and are our hero.

I wanted you to know that everything I did, I always had you in front of my eyes. Your appreciation and love accompanied us every step of the way, and we lived in the light of your values always. You were never neglected, and now you have been neglected. And here you are, my eternal hero, cold and lonely, and I can do nothing to save you. you are so great

People older than me have already paid tribute to you, but none of them received this caress of your warm and soft hands, the warm embrace that was reserved only for us. To your half-smile, which always told me so much, the same smile that is no longer there and has frozen with you. I have no feeling of revenge, because my pain and loss are so great, too great. The ground dropped under our feet, and we somehow try to sit in the empty space that remains, but without much success so far.

I am unable to finish, but apparently a foreign hand, a wretched hand, has already finished for me. With no choice, I say goodbye to you, hero, and ask you to rest in peace, and to think and miss us, because we down here love you a lot. From the procession of heavenly angels who accompany you now, I ask that they watch over you and watch over you well, because you deserve such a guard.
We love you, Grandpa, always.

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