Shabbat Shalom

Today is the yahrtzeit of my Zeide's entire family. They were massacred along with their shtetl during World War Two. My Zeide survived because he was in yeshiva (the Mir).

You can't have proper hakarat hatov if you don't know what to be thankful for. I watched a PBS special about Sugihara, a Japanese diplomat who saved the lives of thousands of Lithuanian Jews during the Holocaust by giving them illegal visas because one of the people he saved was my Zeide. I want to write something up about him, but my notes are on my laptop (which is home). So for now, Shabbat shalom.