This Sunday, America will mark Mother’s Day – a day to honor the bond between a mother and her child.

For me, it will mark 580 days since I last saw my son, Tamir.

On Oct. 7, 2023, Tamir was taken. He was 38 years old. A father of two. A husband. A devoted son. A man who loved the soil of our kibbutz, who believed in hard work, and who stood up – unarmed – to defend our home when terrorists stormed through our gates. He was wounded, kidnapped, and murdered. And yet, 580 days later, he is still being held in Gaza.

I am a mother with no grave to visit. No final embrace. No place to say Kaddish.