Good Friday, April 18, 2014 

Yesterday, I received the message at market at Eugene Abramowicz had died. Eugene was a survivor of the Holocaust. He spoke often about his experiences, much to the dismay of his brother, Alex, who felt the past should be put way behind. But I think Eugene was right: We need to keep the candle of his experience and his life burning for as long as possible, because we know this can happen again. Eugene and others his age (~10 years old) were made strong when they were ordered to clean the war-devastated streets of Berlin—rock by rock. I will miss talking with him and seeing him at market. His number is the first on my caller ID. I see if often and am reminded of him. I shall not erase it. May my friend rest in peace at long last. Today marks the crucifixion and death of Our Lord and Savior. I mourn, but I rejoice in knowing that someday, we shall all rise again. 

Yesterday, we told mom that she would finally be getting her hair cut and colored on Saturday at 1:00 pm. Apparently she worried about this all night long. At 7:00 this morning, she was up and holding a pair of Depends and her stocking, asking what she should wear. I assured her that her appointment was for tomorrow, not today, and bade her go back to bed. There are some things she remembers and clings to when she is still capable of remembering.