Baruch Dayan HaEmetAsher passed away today. His mission is now ours.Time marches on, and soon, all t
Baruch Dayan HaEmetAsher passed away today. His mission is now ours.Time marches on, and soon, all that remains of a life are the memories, kept alive in the mind of those left behind. But what happens when the last keepers of those precious memories are no longer with us? Did it all ever really happen, once there are no longer any left to remember?Trees fall in the forest, but it takes a living animal’s ear to translate the disturbances in the air into sound. In the absence of an observer, those trees fall silently.We may very well be the last generation to have heard these memories recounted, firsthand. We are now the ones entrusted with this sacred task:To remember. And I will never forget.May his memory always be a blessing.“It’s only recently that I started talking about it. Years ago, we didn’t have social workers teach us that it’s important to let it out. Every time I talked about the horrible things I witnessed, I relived them all over again. Instinct told me I must keep it bottled up if I want to lead a normal life. Now I travel around the world undertaking the sacred task of telling the world what we must never forget. Actually, I was recently flown out to Poland to take a group around the camps and speak about my experiences, and I got really sick. That combined with the intense emotional trauma of being back—that night, I decided I’m never going back again. The next morning, I met up with the group to continue the tour, and the group leader walked up to me and told me, he was an officer, a platoon commander, and he said: "I want you to know that your stories have truly made an impact on me. You’ve inspired me to connect with my roots”. And that in turn inspired me to change my mind about returning. I go there now several times a year with the hope of inspiring others like him". -- source link