Two years ago, when Tamar's cancer broke wild — the same week the war surprised us all — I stepped in beside her as both friend and spiritual caregiver.

She was in Berlin then, so we began on Zoom, with Liora, Aliza and Rochale, who introduced between us. When she came to Tel Aviv, our meetings moved gradually from the social to the spiritual, to the terrain of end-of-life. By May 2025, as her condition worsened, something opened almost by itself: Tamar began reading aloud from notebooks she had kept almost sixty years. What a treasure. She read the way she once danced — with her entire self, her face alive with every word.

I was so moved that I started filming her on my phone. At home, Nimrod watched the footage and felt it too — he began editing the clips, weaving them together with scans of her handwriting. We'd meet once a week, for 1-2 hours, choosing the text, taking a deep breath with short intro, and the spark would shine. Tamar said, more than once, that this work gave her passion and satisfaction in her final year. And for us — her presence was a gift. So of course, I stretched our work together, saying we should look carefully into the last notebook... re-editing those parts, until she listened to them during her last few conscious hours. 

Rest in Peace and Love dear Tamar.