Yehoraz is my beloved, firstborn son. He was extremely excellent in what he was and what he did, as well as exceptionally modest, in all spheres of his life. He excelled both as a company commander in the Armor Corps of the IDFand as student of electrical engineering the Technion, Israel Institute of Technology, but never underestimated the responsibilities he had to shoulder. When he died, 25 years old, I went through a long, painful process of reconstructing the meaning of my devastated life. As a professor of philosophy, I had frequently thought and taught on the meaning of life, but what I and my books had to say about the meaning of death, not of oneself but of a dear person's, was almost useless. I thought I would not be able to maintain a meaningful life without developing a new conception of the meaning of death of a dear person that would provide me with firm grounds for my future powers of will, emotions, and thoughts. The present article, on life in the heart, is a brief presentation of the conception that emerged from my pursuit of meaning in devastated life. I wrote it with Yehoraz alive in my heart.