The game you can't forget

That game taught me another thing –The moments we share with our loved ones are more than any victory or loss. They are life itself!

Since that evening, I haven't had much chances to host another game in this house. Shay fell in the war, and the house is not the same without him. It became too quiet, empty.

This house has been quiet ever since. Too quiet. But the memory of that evening never leaves me. It's not just the game. It's what it symbolized. Shay. His laughter. His ability to turn simple moments into great ones, and great ones into simple ones.

My Shay, thank you for every magical moment. You will always remain in my heart, in every final, in every game, and in every moment of longing.

The post was written by Yoram Michaeli, father of the late Sergeant Shay Michaeli.