Yom HaShoah/Holocaust Remembrance Day ended yesterday. But, for me the remembering never ceases.
Each day I am reminded of those who came before me. It matters not what their status is: whether they were murdered during the Holocaust, whether they survived and are still living, or whether the survivors are no longer living. The fact remains that they were victims of the Holocaust, and each day I remember them and pray for them.
I think of all individuals who are suffering forms of genocide, and it doesn’t matter where their location is. Genocide is genocide, no matter how you look at it.
Trees are beautiful life forms, but more than that, they are reminders of our ancestral past and our present. Their branches flow much like our own family tree branches out throughout the generations. Generation after generation, life is multiplied, and life also diminishes, but the radiance and illuminations of past lives resonates within our own ancestral branches and our hearts.
No matter where our paths lead, and no matter whether our skies are blue, cloudy or gray, there is always time for a moment of remembrance.
Please remember those who came before you, this Shabbat.
Painting taken by Nazis during WWII, returned to heirs.
A Real Titanic Love Story
April 20, 2012 – 28 Nisan, 5772