My husband and I
My brother with painted face
My dad enjoying a beer before the match
The final score
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My husband told me a story that saddened me deeply. I have been unable to get it out of my mind the entire week. It had such a profound impact that I decided to share it today.
During the Holocaust, a sister and her younger brother – both children - was being held prisoner in a concentration camp. Of the few possessions that they had, shoes were one of the most important. One day, the sister noticed that her brother wasn’t wearing any shoes. She immediately asked him where they were. Being a typical young boy, he told her that he had misplaced them earlier that day when he wasn’t paying attention and could not find them. His sister was furious and couldn’t believe how irresponsible he had been. She berated him and shook her head as they parted ways.
That was the last time that she saw her brother as he was taken to the gas chamber later that night.
She lives with the regret of their final conversation every day. Today, she never ends a conversation by saying something that she would later regret being the last words spoken to that person.