Taking time to remember gives a voice to those that lost everything. 75 years is a life time, a mother’s lifetime, a grandmother’s lifetime yet when I look out the window at all the hate and intolerance it’s a wonder that any time has passed at all. I don’t understand how one human can look at another and see something less then themselves. How is it that hatred is left to breathe and breed. Is encouraged to breathe and breed. What is it that is meant to be gained by such animosity. I fear that if things don’t change substantially, and soon, we are destined to repeat this horror as the last of its witnesses fade into memory, no longer around to show us, tell us, how bad it can truly get. I hope I’m wrong.