Kevin took our eldest to Auschwitz yesterday. The twins, in his opinion, are too young for it, so it was only Craig and him.
Craig and I were talking on MSN afterwards, and I mentioned to him that Gampa and Nagyi (my paternal grandparents) are Auschwitz survivors. Of course Craig knew that, but I think it just registered for him for the first time that his great-grandparents are among those few who are still among us, who lived through the horrorsof the Shoah, and they lived through it as adults. They are among those few who can still giv eus first hand accounts of what life was like in Europe before anyone heard of Hitler.
My grandpa is 94, my grandma is turning 90 in a month. They were young adults then and now they are a dying generation.
Soon everything that happened will completely become history: something that we learn about in schools but no one remembers.