How are you?

You know that I know how to say this in Persian. Yeah! I have a Persian friend, in our grade's overnight hike she taught me Persian and I taught her English. I also know how to say bread and milk. Isn't that cool? This just proves how wacko I really am!

The problem with bad news is that it is bad, and I hate bad news, but I feel a need to tell everybody. A couple of days ago there was a very bad car accident in the Gush, including a truck and a car. I don't really know what the accident was, but the man that was killed was the Rav Uri Dasburg.
Let's go back around 15 years ago, one night when a family left one 2 year old, Dvir at a babysitter, and took with them they're baby, less than a year old. When they were on the way back from a wedding, the parents were shot to death, and the baby - Yishai survived with bullets inches from his head. Rav Uri was the mother's father. The parents were Effi and Yaron Unger , two great people. My Halacha Rav taught Effi when she was in 8th grade. That horrible and sad night, 15 years ago, Effi's parents decided to take Dvir and Yishai with them and adopt them.
Dvir and Yishai lost their father for the second time. My close friend, Adira lives where the Dasburg's lived and told the class, me included,  what a great man Rav Uri was. He was a Talmid Chacham, a scholar and was part in writing The Talmudic Encyclopedia. Not only that, he had great middos and he will always be remembered. Amen.

Everybody remember! Don't just remember someone, but learn from him, do something in honor of his memory! Everybody, please choose something you'll do/improve in memory of the Rav Uri Dasburg.

If there any mistaken facts, please let me know.