Lost and found and lost.

Lost and found and lost.

My mother, Gitel Oleniczak 1940-2003.

My mother, Gitel Oleniczak

Fifty three years ago I lost her. It was twenty years ago this week I found her.  I felt so lucky. She lived a hard life that few would be able to survive. She died ten years ago and I lost her again. I didn’t have enough time with her. I still miss her everyday.

Now, on this bittersweet anniversary of my birthday and our reunion I am traveling to the place where her life began- Berlin, Germany. She was born in the wrong place at the wrong time, but she was strong and stubborn enough to survive the many hardships and traumas she was handed.

Today I will complete my connection with my past and hers; I am excited and anxious- even terrified. This is a journey I have waited many years to make.  My hope is that I can finish healing this hole in my childish heart, in Berlin, for both of us.


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