The cause of death is disputed. Hamas claims that an Israeli airstrike caused the deaths. An Israeli investigation reporting to the United Nations concluded that the children were brutally murdered with bare hands a month after being abducted.
In February 2025, Yarden Bibas delivered this eulogy for his family. He was abducted separately to his wife and two children, and released after 484 days in captivity.
It’s a speech in unimaginable circumstances, and it’s beautiful and heartbreaking. There have of course been thousands of deaths over the course of a three year war, and many eulogies. I single this one out because today is October 7th, a truly terrible day in the history of Israel and the world, and just as Speakola recognises speeches related to a terrorist event like 9-11, it felt appropriate to do the same today.
If you have suggestions for eulogies or speeches regarding the conflict in Gaza, please send them to me and I will add to the library.
Yarden Bibas, your speech was extraordinary. My heart breaks for the pain of your loss, and for all who lost loved ones on October 7th, 2023.
Best wishes
Tony Wilson
Curator and founder, Speakola
For Shiri, Ariel and Kfir Bibas: ‘I remember the first time I said “mi amor” to you’, by Yarden Bibas - 2025
The translated English transcript was published in the New York Post.
26 February 2025
I remember the first time I said “mi amor” to you.
It was at the very beginning of our relationship.
You told me to only call you that if I was certain I loved you, not to say it carelessly.
I didn’t say it then because I didn’t want you to think I was rushing to say “I love you.”
Shiri, I’ll confess to you now that I already loved you back then when I said “mi amor.”
Shiri, I love you and will always love you!
Shiri, you are everything to me!
You are the best wife and mother there could be.
Shiri, you are my best friend.
Mishmish, who will help me make decisions now? How am I supposed to make decisions without you?
Do you remember our last decision together?
In the safe room, I asked if we should “fight or surrender.”
You said fight, so I fought.
Shiri, I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you all.
If only I had known what would happen, I wouldn’t have fired.
I think about everything we went through together — there are so many beautiful memories.
I remember Ariel and Kfir’s births.
I remember the days we would sit at home or in a café, just the two of us, talking for hours about everything under the sun. It was wonderful. I miss those times deeply.
Your presence is profoundly missed.
I want to tell you about everything that’s happening in the world and here in Israel.
Shiri, everyone knows and loves us — you can’t imagine how surreal all this madness is.
Shiri, people tell me they’ll always be by my side, but they’re not you. So please stay close to me and don’t go far!
Shiri, this is the closest I’ve been to you since Oct. 7th, and I can’t kiss or hug you, and it’s breaking me!
Shiri, please watch over me … Protect me from bad decisions.
Shield me from harmful things and protect me from myself.
Guard me so I don’t sink into darkness.
Mishmish, I love you!
Chuki, Ariel.
You made me a father.
You transformed us into a family.
You taught me what truly matters in life and about responsibility.
The day you were born, I matured instantly because of you.
You taught me so much about myself, and I want to thank you.
So thank you, my beloved.
Ariel, I hope you’re not angry with me for failing to protect you properly and for not being there for you.
I hope you know I thought about you every day, every minute.
I hope you’re enjoying paradise.
I’m sure you’re making all the angels laugh with your silly jokes and impressions.
I hope there are plenty of butterflies for you to watch, just like you did during our picnics.
Chuki, be careful when you climb down from your cloud not to step on Toni … Teach Kfir all your impressions and make everyone laugh up there.
Ariel, I love you “the most in the world, always in the world,” just as you used to tell us.
Poopik, Kfir.
I didn’t think our family could be more perfect, and then you came and made it even more perfect …
I remember your birth.
I remember during the delivery when the midwife suddenly stopped everything — we were frightened and thought something was wrong — but it was just to tell us we had another redhead.
Mom and I laughed and rejoiced.
You brought more light and happiness to our little home.
You came with your sweet, captivating laugh and smile, and I was instantly hooked! It was impossible not to nibble on you all the time.
Kfir, I’m sorry I didn’t protect you better, but I need you to know that I love you deeply and miss you terribly!
I miss nibbling on you and hearing your laughter.
I miss our morning games when mom would ask me to watch you before I went to work.
I cherished those little moments so much, and I miss them now more than ever!
Kfir, I love you the most in the world, always in the world!
I have so many more things to tell you all, but I’ll save them for when we’re alone.
The human voice, no politics, no dogma. Compelling, irrespective of the mouth from which it comes, and the origin of that mouth. Such words inspired sympathy, empathy, natural compassion. Sadly, too often, no matter which mouth they came from, compassion is twisted and gnarled into hatred, ego and personal agenda. Let the mouths talk and then listen with heart. To every mouth. The words are the same.