Toddling around filthy camps with the smell of smoke and wondering where Mama and Papaw went, they were only two maybe three years old. Others had their question answered. Old enough to know the horrible demise of their parents, siblings, cousins, and grandparents; they ended up being the only Holocaust survivors in their families.
Tonight, we met them.
We sang over them.
And now, we will cry ourselves to sleep because of them.
Good night from Jerusalem.