In my english class we read a book "Night"written by a Holocaust survivor. His name is Elie Wiesel. The novel tells the story of him and his father ,Shlomo Wiesel and their horrible experience during the Holocaust.At the beginning Elie and his father get separated from the women in in their family. They didn't see each other after that. But him and his father were lucky and were able to stay with each other through most of the Holocaust. At the end of the book Elie and his father get separated by life and death. Elie father ends up dieing because he was no longer healthy or strong enough to to live another day at a consternation camp just like most others involved in the Holocaust.
As 8th graders our assignment was to write a eulogy for Mr.Shlomo Wiesel.
My father Shlomo Wiesel was a great man.We were brought closer by the even of the Holocaust. We grow a stronger relationship but a grew weaker for survival. We had plan to make it out together and alive. He is in a better place now. But at the time hell even seemed like a better place.He was my father, and that is something the natzis will never would have been able to take away from me emotionally. He is in my heat all day every day. The day he died I knew tears would not bring him back. It would just had weaken me. He had died praying that I would make it out alive. And guess what here I am daddy! I loved him with all my heart. No, I love him to death.At times when we just wanted to give up he was their to keep pushing us forward. At time when I just felt like die he was there lifting me.The only thing I regret is that I wasn't strong enough to be there for him as he was for me.Our memories will forever be with me.
Shlomo Wiesel; my hero, my role model, and most importantly, my Father.
January 28, 1945
R.I.P
