Today I remember my own dad, who passed when I was 13 years old. I have missed him ever since.
My dad was a holocaust survivor, I have no words to describe the pain that he endured at the hands of Nazi Germany. He spent 5 years in the hells of concentration camps. He was the only survivor out of his entire family. He was married before the war and his wife and two small children perished in the hells of the holocaust. And yet somehow he managed to survive, to go on, to have a new family, to work hard so I and my brother could have what he never did.
My father was a mover and a shaker, he could move mountains, people always came to him for help and he always somehow managed to give them what they needed.
From the moment he was liberated all he wanted to do was come to the United States, where he could live without the fear of another war, another holocaust, but that never happened for him.
Today I celebrate him and his dream for me.
Wishing all Fathers a Happy Blessed Father’s Day!!!
In the picture, my mother, my father and me at 18 months old while still in Germany right before we left for Israel.
How are you celebrating your Father? Post your favorite Father picture, love to hear from you.
Many Blessings,
© Masha Gitel Ellman 2015
In My Everyday Life 