|Rinat Tsafrir-Halperin 1965-2013|
I recall excuses, subterfuges, and illogical habits of mind – all part of her illness. From more recent times I remember our helplessness as Rinat, whom we all loved dearly and deeply, transformed in front of our eyes into a shadow of herself. A broken vessel. We carried – each in his own way – a deep frustration and terrible foreboding in light of her deteriorating health. We all hoped that our Rinat will preserve. I am reminded of Natan Alterman's poem, the lyrics of which were like a prayer to me in the last few years.