The last Holocaust survivor died last week. Well, Trudy (not her real name) wasn’t literally the last survivor – but that day is not far off. She was my last Holocaust survivor, the last one I knew as a genuine friend, not as a congregant, or a colleague, or a symbol. She was a gossip buddy; we did lunch, drank wine, shouted at each other, laughed and cried together. Lately she’d taken to tweeting, or texting, or messaging me on Facebook – and since I don’t use any of those platforms regularly, she’d scold me for not getting back to her sooner. She wasn’t someone I would present to a synagogue confirmation class, or an inner city high school, or a gathering of non-Jewish clergy to teach about tolerance and suffering and empathy and Jewish history – all those weighty subjects we drop on the shoulders of Holocaust survivors, begging them to do the heavy lifting for us. She didn’t enjoy speaking in front of audiences larger than her immediate family, and anyway I never would have asked her, because she was merely, and most preciously, a friend.
Pero todos la queremos en su recuerdo .. Shalom
iiMira Fulviaa Saracho!!, lo que opina Trudy sobre tu heroína.
¿Qué dices.?.
Dtb
Dejen su memoria en.paz.que Dios tenga esta hermosa chica en su paraiso
los comentarios de esa Señora huelen a envidia de lo que tuvo Anne Frank con sus padres, a proposito Anne Frank no era alemana era holandesa.