Yesterday was the 70th Anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz. I never knew my grandmother, grandfather and three aunts who perished in the Auschwitz concentration camp.
Since I was a little girl I have always wished I could have known them. Every time my mom, the only survivor in the family, spoke to me about them, she would cry great tears of loss and grief. I felt her loss deep in my spirit. She would tell me, over and over again, how special her mom and dad and sisters were. And I too, felt the loss of not knowing these wonderful people and having them know and love me, their granddaughter and niece.
Today, on this day of memorial, I give homage to these members of my family and even though I didn’t know them, I remember them with great love in my heart.