Boker tov and shavua tov. Those were the first words I ever blogged. That was on a Sunday as well, and in that first post I dedicated BtB "to life [and] to the children of Israel, like Shai and Chan Harenstein, who have to live without their mother..."
More than five years later, here I sit, stunned that little Moishe Holtzberg has been made an orphan. I have no words of wisdom for you and no comfort to offer. But I can tell you some of what happened to his parents. You will have to imagine the rest.
Via Naomi Ragen:
... the horrible reality of the Islamic terrorist rampage in Mumbai was revealed in all its obscene and mindless savagery when members of Zaka entered the Chabad compound. As an eyewitness told YNET, the sight was unbearable even to the practiced eyes of those whose job it is to deal with the aftermath of murderous terror attacks:"The place was totally destroyed. Live grenades were all over the floor. Torah scrolls and holy books were scattered on the floor, covered with blood." The bodies of the Chabad rabbi and the kashrut supervisor were found in one room, along with two other men whose hands had been tied with telephone wire. The body of the Rabbi's young wife Rivkie was found covered in a tallit. It is believed she was killed before her young husband's eyes and he wrapped her in his tallit. A grandmother from Israel, and a Jewish woman tourist from Mexico were also identified.