I have a little pop-up on my igoogle homepage that has a “this day in history” thing. Here is one of the things it listed today:
|1942:||Anne Frank goes into hiding in Amsterdam|
I believe they were in hiding for a year and a half. That’s a long time to hide in fear.
Last weekend one of my stepsons watched a movie about Anne Frank. What she, her family, the others in hiding with them, had to go through is horrifying and appalling. I cannot fathom the depth of their fear or pain or suffering. Every once in awhile, since I was a teenager, I have said a prayer asking God to protect my family from anything like the Holocaust. I don’t know exactly when I began saying that prayer, or why, but it’s always been in the back of my mind that I am so fortunate for what I have and that I never want to be ripped away from the ones I love or have them go through anything remotely similar to the Holocaust.
I went into Anne Frank’s house when I was in Amsterdam. I cried.
So, today, I don’t mean to be morbid at all, but I just wanted to put a post up that remembers Anne Frank and her family and friends. They, and all the others who suffered, matter.