"I never had used the word 'hate,' nor did I understand what it meant," Mrs. Liebman writes. "That day, though, I hated my parents for letting their son, my brother disappear into oblivion, for taking away the brother I so dearly loved."
For Holocaust remembrance 2013, what do we remember? As my mother, a survivor of the Lodz Ghetto, Auschwitz, and liberated from Stutthof used to teach us, life is a gift. And it really does matter, how you survive.