Families of Brothers Separated by Holocaust Reunited
Two brothers were separated by the Holocaust. After 77 years, their families just reunited.
From the Washington Post:
The five women crowded together around the kitchen table in New Jersey, their eyes fixed on a laptop screen. It was 7 a.m., and none of them had slept well the night before; they were too anxious and excited for this moment. Jess Katz logged into Skype as her mother and three sisters watched.
A face flickered into view: their cousin, the son of a long-missing uncle, the family they thought they had lost forever in the Holocaust.
On the other side of the screen, on the other side of the world, Evgeny Belzhitsky sat with his daughter, his granddaughter and a translator in his home on Sakhalin Island, Russia. The eight family members smiled at each other, speechless. Then, Katz recalls, they all started to cry.
“What do you say to someone you’ve been searching for your whole life?” Katz says.
More than 70 years had passed since Katz’s grandfather, Abram Belz, first tried to find his younger brother, Chaim. Abram last saw Chaim in 1939, the year their family was relocated along with thousands of other Polish Jews to the Piotrków Trybunalski ghetto at the start of World War II.
The brothers died without seeing each other again, but on April 20 their families had been joyfully reunited.
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Beautiful story. This is proof that the revelation of moshiach is very close as the midrash alludes to families being united right before golus ends.
TY
thanks for #1 sharing that thought, and the article is stunning. At least on both sides, the brothers had families/loved ones to spend their lives with.
this story should really reach alot of people. wow, Boruch HaShem
L.Y.
This story brings up a memory IL always have with me.
I know a boy who hadn’t seen his older brother from the age of 2 until he was 6 years old. I dont know the details but I think the parents kicked out the older boy couse he wasn’t working or something. The little one kept asking wheres his brother, without answers, and kept a calendar and would literly count the days have passed since he left them. I witnessed when the two brothers accidentally met up, it was a few years ago in 770, 8th of peisach durring niggunim, painful. Cant describe the pain. Today the two are inseperable, but the pain of separation is always the there.