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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 98
I WILL NEVER FORGET YOU
Today I hold my firstborn, Lois Marie. Marie is for my mother of blessed memory who perished before I turned nine.
Remember how she shoved me into your tender arms at Camp de Rivesaltes? Remember how you kissed away my tears? Why did you leave your comfortable home to spit in the face of death?
“It is my purpose,” you said.
Although I’ve been criticized for naming my Jewish baby after a living gentile, it’s only right to honor the American angel who combed the lice from my hair.
Je ne t’oublierai jamais, Lois Gunden.
*Note: It is an Ashkenazi Jewish tradition to name a child after someone, usually a family member, who has passed on. To a certain extent it’s believed that the soul of the loved one lives on in the child who bears his or her name.
Lois is one of the “righteous gentiles” honored at Yad VaShem, the Holocaust museum in Jerusalem.