I have many Jewish friends and co-workers who have no extended family because of the Holocaust.
We must remember and share the story with the world.
I was raised by my Grandmother, the wonderful woman who happened to be part Jewish. My Grandfather, the man I never met, died 1963, a few months before I was born. He had been sent to the concentration camps Dachau and Auschwitz; he had to wear the red triangle – like all the other political prisoners during World War II.
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