Policewoman killed in Jerusalem attack 'fought like a lioness'
To my sister in arms
Dearest Hadas,
I can't believe that I'm sitting here writing to you under these circumstances, when you are no longer here. Ever since Friday, I've been feeling I'm living in a nightmare. I keep hoping that you'll open the door to our room and come in making too much noise and wake me up with your smile and that laugh of yours.
To lose a sister in arms for the second time is a nightmare. My heart hurts so much. I refuse to believe, refuse to accept. I try to remember the moments we had together -- the happy and the sad, the exciting and the mundane. It makes me sad that I don't remember it all, and it makes me frustrated to talk about you in the past tense. Had I known that this would happen, I would have taken your picture every moment, every second you were next to me.
This week we happened to recall how we met. The story of our friendship began a year and a bit ago, when I joined the unit as a new recruit. I entered the office and saw you sitting on a chair next to the computer. I never imagined that over time you would become my shoulder to lean on for anything, at any time.
Our beginning was not the best, as we were complete opposites and this caused a lot of friction. But you would always find a way to reconcile. It was then that I began to love you, and see you as a role model, a big sister.
Now that you are no longer next to me, who will take your place? Who will guide me and give me the best and truest advice there is? You always used to tell me: "It's all for the best, sister. Whatever needs to happen will happen, and what is yours will be yours and will come directly to you. As long as you wake up in the morning with family and friends who love you, you'll be happy."
It's hard for me to be happy now, but I promise to continue loving you forever, and that you will continue to be in our hearts, in our spirit and in our souls, every hour of every day.
My dear friend, you taught me so much. I remember all the funny moments we shared on our shifts. How we enjoyed every moment together, no matter how hard things became. How I realized that we are actually very similar. You completed me.
You were like a mother to all the girls in the unit. You always made sure that everyone was on good terms, that there wouldn't be any fighting and that we would always be smiling and happy. You were my angel, and you will always continue to be.
You were a true role model for every female fighter and commander in the Border Police. Your legacy will always be in our hearts and we promise to follow in your footsteps. Even though the despicable terrorist succeeded in taking you from us, we will never let him take your memory and your heroism.
Sisush! You would laugh if you heard me calling you that. We had so many plans and dreams. You left a unit in mourning and friends in pain, but it's at these sad moments that I'm happy and thankful to God for the opportunity to have known you and to have served with you. My sister in arms, you are a role model for me personally and for all female fighters in the Border Police. A role model for everyone in the State of Israel, the country you served faithfully until your last breath.
I promise I will never forget you. You will always be with me everywhere I go in life, every step of the way. I love you with all my heart and body, and I miss you. I know that we will meet some day, and hope that maybe somehow it will all turn out to be a bad dream.
Yours always.
Eden Panker served in the Border Police with Staff Sgt. Hadas Malka, who was killed in the stabbing attack in Jerusalem on June 16.
To my sister in arms
Dearest Hadas,
I can't believe that I'm sitting here writing to you under these circumstances, when you are no longer here. Ever since Friday, I've been feeling I'm living in a nightmare. I keep hoping that you'll open the door to our room and come in making too much noise and wake me up with your smile and that laugh of yours.
To lose a sister in arms for the second time is a nightmare. My heart hurts so much. I refuse to believe, refuse to accept. I try to remember the moments we had together -- the happy and the sad, the exciting and the mundane. It makes me sad that I don't remember it all, and it makes me frustrated to talk about you in the past tense. Had I known that this would happen, I would have taken your picture every moment, every second you were next to me.
This week we happened to recall how we met. The story of our friendship began a year and a bit ago, when I joined the unit as a new recruit. I entered the office and saw you sitting on a chair next to the computer. I never imagined that over time you would become my shoulder to lean on for anything, at any time.
Our beginning was not the best, as we were complete opposites and this caused a lot of friction. But you would always find a way to reconcile. It was then that I began to love you, and see you as a role model, a big sister.
Now that you are no longer next to me, who will take your place? Who will guide me and give me the best and truest advice there is? You always used to tell me: "It's all for the best, sister. Whatever needs to happen will happen, and what is yours will be yours and will come directly to you. As long as you wake up in the morning with family and friends who love you, you'll be happy."
It's hard for me to be happy now, but I promise to continue loving you forever, and that you will continue to be in our hearts, in our spirit and in our souls, every hour of every day.
My dear friend, you taught me so much. I remember all the funny moments we shared on our shifts. How we enjoyed every moment together, no matter how hard things became. How I realized that we are actually very similar. You completed me.
You were like a mother to all the girls in the unit. You always made sure that everyone was on good terms, that there wouldn't be any fighting and that we would always be smiling and happy. You were my angel, and you will always continue to be.
You were a true role model for every female fighter and commander in the Border Police. Your legacy will always be in our hearts and we promise to follow in your footsteps. Even though the despicable terrorist succeeded in taking you from us, we will never let him take your memory and your heroism.
Sisush! You would laugh if you heard me calling you that. We had so many plans and dreams. You left a unit in mourning and friends in pain, but it's at these sad moments that I'm happy and thankful to God for the opportunity to have known you and to have served with you. My sister in arms, you are a role model for me personally and for all female fighters in the Border Police. A role model for everyone in the State of Israel, the country you served faithfully until your last breath.
I promise I will never forget you. You will always be with me everywhere I go in life, every step of the way. I love you with all my heart and body, and I miss you. I know that we will meet some day, and hope that maybe somehow it will all turn out to be a bad dream.
Yours always.
Eden Panker served in the Border Police with Staff Sgt. Hadas Malka, who was killed in the stabbing attack in Jerusalem on June 16.