An interesting path led me to your site, which I thought was going to tell me something about copy writing – boy, was I in for a surprise! And I learned an important lesson about balance, so I thank you very much for this wonderful post.

Her approach to the Holocaust was simple – tell it as it was – and she did – I recall one conversation on her porch – where I dared to ask her how she “believed” after the war….so I asked and she told. In summary she told me how it was very difficult after the war…… but when she saw the miracle of her first child – she was strenghtened to a life of belief and observance. For me such a survivor is the lesson of the Holocaust.

I was inspired to seeing her alone and saying Tehillim, that voluntary tefilah spoke volumes.

One thing I enjoyed was – until well into her 80′s – she would get in her car, sometimes with a friend and sometimes alone – with all of her vigor – and take off to enjoy yet another day alive.

It was an uplifting experience casually observing Mrs. Esther Klein over time.

I have to end with what is for me the most significant note. I always had a sense that her personal losses from the war and subsequently of her husband OB’M were never far from her heart. With her passing she has come to her well deserved eternal reward and is reunited with her dearly departed family – no doubt a final consolation to her and her loving family she has left behind.

Your kindness to her as a family was clearly not lost on her, as a woman of her intelligence she was quiet aware. I am not familair with a more wholesome end to a long life. Her passing in her own home – amongst her family was likely a source of tremendous serenity to her at that time.

Amazing. Puts into words everything I was feeling and more.

I did hate that basement and the steps. A little while ago (at the age of 34) I went to the basement to get something for her and I was still kinda scared even with the lights on. Although the Peter and the Wolf records she would play for us on Motzei Shabbos scared the bejeebers out of me even more than the basement.

Me, Gabi and the kids send our love.