Section: Galus & Geula   Category: Galus
Cry For The Daughters Of My Nation
When young people's lives are suddenly taken...
We all know and believe that they are in a much better place and are very happy.  
We all know and believe that their lives were not cut short but that they lived their entire existence that they were put on earth for.
We all know and believe that Hashem has chosen them as a Korban to be Michaper on all of Klal Yisroel.
We all know and believe that the fires did not consume them but lifted them to Shamayim B'Lahavas Aish.
We know that as their plane went down their Neshama soared.

Yet we cry because...
We will miss them just like we cry by a wedding for a close friend or family member.
While the Shamayim rejoices with its new arrivals, our world suffers from the loss.
It is another vivid lesson of our own mortality and the fragility of life.
We feel for the grieving parents who have lost the flowers they have nurtured and raised.
We feel the anguish of their young friends who are old enough to feel grief and shock, but too young to deal with it.
We are human.

The gemara in Pesachim (50a) says that Olam HaZeh is not like Olam Haba.  In Olam HaZeh when something good happens we thank Hashem with the Bracha of HaTov V’HaMeitiv.  When something bad happens we make the Bracha Dayan HaEmes.  In Olam Haba there is only one Bracha, HaTov V’HaMeitiv, because Olam Haba is world of light and perfect clarity.  

Regardless how strong your emunah is that everything is good, in this world Hashem's good is divided into two parts, good light and good darkness.  Everything is good but some good is covered in deep blackness.  In this world when we see black we must mourn and we must cry, even if we understand the good behind it. While all the gates of Shamayim are sealed shut in this bitter galus, and Hashem remains hidden, the gates of tears always remain open (Bava Metzia 59a).  Hashem cherishes our tears and places them in a special jug next to the Kisei HaKavod.  Why?

Our tears come from a well in the deepest recesses of our Neshama.  Tears are the foremost acknowledgement that we are powerless, and that this is Hashem's world.  To break down and cry, instead of trying to rectify the situation, is the ultimate admission that things are not in our hands.  Death invokes the greatest amount of tears and the greatest lesson of the meaning of life.

On Tisha B'av this years we can all cry together as we read in the Haftorah the moving words of Yirmiya, (8:23), who surely understood the beauty of Hashem's ways yet understood the power of tears, when he said,
מִֽי־יִתֵּ֤ן רֹאשִׁי֙ מַ֔יִם וְעֵינִ֖י מְק֣וֹר דִּמְעָ֑ה וְאֶבְכֶּה֙ יוֹמָ֣ם וָלַ֔יְלָה אֵ֖ת חַֽלְלֵ֥י בַת־עַמִּֽי  

If only my entire head were waters, and my eyes a wellspring of tears, that I might cry day and night for the slain of the daughters of my people.
L'Iluy Nishmas - Moshe Menora, Rikki & Racheli Menora, Sara Klein Aleihem HaShalom
L'Refuas Nesanel Yosef ben Simcha Sima