Broken Beginnings: Chapter Six

Chapter Six:

I was reminded often not only what I had lost, but more importantly I realized how blessed I was. I could have been hurt so much more than what I was.

My Mother was always there for me, even after being in the Rehab facility for over two weeks I had yet to meet Sage’s family. I saw the pain in her eyes, even when she tried to hide it.

I had my Mother to lean on, I could visit Nadia, who was still coming to terms with her blindness. The actions of one man, the seething hate and anger of one man had turned not only my life upside down, and Nadia’s life, but the lives of those we loved. The comfort was found though in knowing that we were not alone, Yeshua was never farther than a prayer away, I had been washed in his blood all those years before. I found comfort too in knowing Bovbe’s. blood flowed through my veins, that I was the Granddaughter Of Holocaust Survivors.

Bobbe had survived the Holocaust as had my Grandfather, the Grandfather I had never got to meet, he had died years before I was born. I had never got to meet this man, who had loved me years before he knew I existed the Grandfather who fought for his future grandchildren. He could not have known then what would happen, how he would die long before his time.