It has taken me all day to write this post.
Not because I am at a loss for words (those of you who know me personally would find that hard to believe). I truly just did not believe I had anything to share that should distract anyone from a post that would move them.
On the days we commemorate the Holocaust holds a heavy place in all our hearts. My grandparents were Holocaust survivors - concentration camps, hideouts, disguises, jumping from trains. As the second generation, we were the ones they spoke to, me especially.
Growing up, I had heard the harrowing tales from birth; it was a part of me, in my blood. Could I say I related to it? Believed that living human beings that slept, ate, breathed could knowingly behave as animals for no justified reason? Well, living the era of October 7th+ in Israel, I do now.
I truly have nothing to add. Everyone has said it more brilliantly than me. I will only mirror their thoughts.
We have been persecuted from Mitzrayim through October 7th, and although we are scarred and bruised, we wear our battle marks with pride. We will never be defeated because we know being the Chosen People is a hard job. But if we were chosen, then we will do it.
May my grandparents who have since passed, and all my ancestors throughout the generations who were persecuted, and battered, and died Al Kiddush Hashem, be proud of their nation that refuses to give up but keeps on getting stronger.
I love you and miss you.
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