Last week, on Holocaust Remembrance Day, my brother posted a photograph from Hungary on Facebook. Our grandparents, Simon and Amelia Goldstein were seated with their family. They had seven children. In June of 1944, our grandparents were put into a ghetto and, a few days later, they were gassed to death in Auschwitz. Of the seven children, five were killed. Only my father and one of his sisters survived. It’s amazing that the picture has survived all these years.
This past weekend, I commented that I didn’t have any pictures of my family in my office. My daughter Hilary, who was visiting with her husband Ryan, did a very sweet thing by printing photos of all if my children and their respective spouses. She put them in a nice frame and it is now hanging in my office where I can see it every day.
These pictures tell more than a thousand words. I am forever grateful for my wonderful family and I pray that the souls of my ancestors have found eternal peace.