My story For Isaac

One of the first things I noticed after the death of Isaac was the silence. The past two years had been filled with laughter, music and the occasional tantrum. Then all of a sudden, it was just so quiet ... Isaac was the youngest victim of the Beirut blast. He was an outgoing, confident, brave, incredibly intelligent and affectionate little boy. He was thriving in Beirut. He loved to talk to people and as we walked around the city he would wave at the locals, many of whom would stop and have a chat with him. He constantly astounded my husband and I with his fierce intelligence. He was a master at puzzles and was quickly picking up Arabic and French, despite the fact that my husband and I are fluent in neither. At two years old, he could already count to 20 in French, a feat that astounded his teachers at his beloved day care. He loved cats, lizards and butterflies, which he called butter-lowers, and we spent many happy hours at a garden near our apartment searching