Day 12: In the Name of Those Who Spoke

My family was lucky, half of the them survived.

I don't understand the Holocaust. I dare not presume to ascribe meaning to a depth of human suffering I have no comprehension of. So I am silent.

But my great grandmother is dead, so are her sisters and brother. They can no longer speak.

So should I be silent? Dare I be silent?

Of what should I speak?
- That man may be reduced to an animal.
- Lest we forget.
- Of being numbered rather than named.

No, there's something better to be said.

One who says an idea in the name of the one who taught it, brings the geulah closer.

So what did my great grandmother, Rivka bat Yehudah, teach me?

To work is good,
to work often is better,
and to work for the good of others, best of all.

So, maybe the geulah is a little closer now.