The discovery sparked a dizzying array of questions, the most unsettling of which: Why was I just learning this now? I tried to imagine my quirky, ebullient relatives on the set of Schindler’s List, but I couldn’t. In search of answers, I began digging, little by little unearthing a family history unlike any I’d ever heard before.
My family, by all accounts, shouldn’t have survived the Holocaust. The odds were against them. But they did survive, and their stories, I soon discovered, were too remarkable to be left untold.
Researching We Were The Lucky Ones has been a heck of a road trip, replete with unexpected detours, prolonged pit stops, and slow, uphill slogs. I’ve listened. I’ve cringed. I’ve laughed. I’ve cried. I’ve racked up an ungodly number of Delta skymiles, and I’ve seriously contemplated adding Detective before Author to my LinkedIn title. But as daunting as this project has seemed at times, I’m reminded often that my journey is a cakewalk compared to the one I’m researching—and that alone keeps me trucking.
Read about the family reunion that kickstarted this project in the blog post below: