On this beautiful Sacramento morning, in the face, perhaps in defiance of, so much in the world that is painful, tenuous and deeply troubling, we convened and we lifted up what connects us – the promise of growth and healing, and the potent ability for people to endure, to create change, and to scaffold our communities in justice and truth.
May we watch over these women and men at this defining chapter of their lives, with the love and dignity all children of God warrant and merit.
She left this world as she lived in it, unafraid and resolute and practical and also with a keen sense of loss and appreciation for the sweetness she was leaving behind.
March 19, 1941 – January 2, 2022
Remember Us works with Bnai Mitzvah as they celebrate their Jewish life cycle event to also hold dear the memory of children that perished in the Holocaust and who might not otherwise be remembered.
My father died on Feb. 11, 1962, and I was born nine months later.
Sunday I boarded a plane back to LA after walking with my daughter Rebecca, 22, at the Women’s March in Washington, D.C.
