October 7th. In Israel, you don’t need to explain the date. It speaks for itself—etched into the collective memory like Pearl Harbor is for Americans. Just as one can still picture the smoldering wreckage of the USS Arizona, here the imagination drifts to the burned-out grounds of the Nova music festival and the devastated homes of Kibbutz Be’eri. More than 600 days have passed since that morning, and yet the ache remains near the surface.Recently, I sat down in Jerusalem with a friend—an American who now calls Israel home, and someone who was once a friend of the church I pastored for many years. In the shadow of grief and the weight of memory, she shared her recollection of that day and the days that followed.These are her words. Her October 7th.Like the quiet reverence of Yad Vashem, this, too, is her memorial.

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