Dan,
 

I wanted to write to you, I so wanted to talk about you, you deserve to be talked about.
But I felt I was incapable. This whole story that you're not here is still inconceivable. I also did not feel comfortable with standing in front of people and crying.
But yesterday, after the girls fell asleep, I sat with myself and the tears flowed by themselves and I started crying.
And so I dived into the memories, pictures, old faxes and letters from you.
And the longing intensified and the pain was strong and tangible.
Between your loving words, and our story, of the good friendships you had, you wrote to me: "I hope we will continue to be friends for the rest of our lives." And it made me so sad, this hard feeling of missing out, but it also made me happy, because we really were good friends to the end. Only the end came too quickly.

There is not a single day that goes by without me thinking about you. There is no end to things that remind me of you, every memory passed from moments of life that come up, every sign related to you, every conversation and connection with Sasha, Ronit and Adi, every thought about Omri and Mika, every symbolic date that comes, like your first birthday, since you left, or Your wedding anniversary will take place at the end of the month, every cyclist who passes by me on the road, every tennis game broadcast on TV, every mutual friend ... sometimes you appear to me in a dream, sometimes I wake up to it in the morning.
And every time I have to remind myself what happened and that you are gone.

I wanted us to be friends for the rest of our lives.
I loved you so much and I miss you so much.
Einat.