“Remember me,” were the last words that my grandfather, Wolf Gruca (z’l), uttered to my children before he died in 2021 at the age of 101. “Remember” was the challenge Grandpa gave us each Passover when he spoke of his own slavery at the hands of the Nazis.
Sadly, not just my Zaydie but also the entire generation of survivors is passing. As we prepare to mark a Yom HaShoah (Holocaust Remembrance Day) for which few survivors remain, we are forced anew to confront the question, “What does it mean to remember?” And, as part of that question, we must wrestle with the commandment of “Never again.”
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