Aviva Haber Levin - Dont Forget to Remember

Copyright 2021

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Print ISBN: 978-1-09835-304-9
eBook ISBN: 978-1-09835-305-6

Dedication

This book has been written to honor my mother, Sally Susskind, and my father, Arnold Susskind, who both survived the Holocaust. To say they are both my heroes would be an understatement. They are my warriors and heroes. They never ever gave up on me.

To my son Sean, whose devotion, loyalty, perseverance, and love, has been an ever present and constant support. He is the keeper of my secrets. I feel like I grew another heart because one heart is not enough to express my love for him.

To my beloved Tammi, my daughter-in-law, who is the daughter I never had. I couldnt love her more if I had given birth to her. She is my dearest friend and confidant and has shown true understanding of my demons.

To my grandchildren Sarah and Sethy. Sarah has such heart, pizzaz, and self-confidence, qualities I long to have had at her age. Sethy, who eventually wont let me call him that, but to me will always be, is kind and sympathetic to all underdogs. He is just a big heart with arms and legs. I have been blessed not only to have them as my beloved grandchildren, but to share their lives on a day-to-day basis. What an amazing gift.

To Mimi Markus who is truly the wings beneath my feet and without whom I could never have come this far and could never have written this book.

Table of Contents

Introduction

Letter to My Parents

Dear Mom and Dad,

This letter is difficult for me to write because my emotions well up when I think about what you have endured throughout your lives and the impact that your experiences have had on us as a family.

I want you to know that I have finally written this book, Dont Forget to Remember , to honor and to pass on your legacy of survival and hope. I have wanted to write it for a long time, but the challenges I have faced as an adult prevented me from reaching the clarity that I needed to do it. Finally, years after you have left this earth, I have found the strength and developed the awareness to understand and to put into words the events that shaped our lives. In this book, I hope to show people who are affected by trauma, loss, and tragedy that they can find happiness.

In the pages of this book, I bring to life the stories each of you told me over the years, as well as those I overheard as a child in your conversations with your survivor friends. These stories show your strength, courage, and persistence in overcoming the unrelenting obstacles you confronted on a daily basis in your fight to live. The Holocaust robbed you of many years of joyful living; you suffered unspeakable losses of your child, your families, and your health. Putting these stories in writing has been painful, bringing back the fear, horror, and anger that I felt when I heard them throughout my life. However, now, as a second generation survivor, I feel that it is my responsibility to share your personal accounts of your experiences with current and future generations.

You have always been my heroes. After we came to America by boat from Bergen-Belsen Displaced Persons Camp, you made a good life for us with hard work and perseverance. As a family, we were devoted and committed to laugh and cry together and always support each other even when sometimes one of us didnt understand. Family and love were the medicine and the glue that held us together until you died in your late nineties.

Your strength, humility, and generosity to others have affected my life deeply. I love you both and miss you, but more importantly, I realize with each passing day that the way you lived your lives has affected me in a positive way. Although you lived a long life filled with great pain, courage, and determination, you always kept hope and joy as your signature of how day-to-day life should be led, no matter what.

Mom, you were so wise and kind, a friend and confidant to all. I think of you every day and quote you all the time. When I had problems with friends and sometimes felt that they werent being kind as I was to them, it was you, Mom, who would say to me, Avivala, if you want a friend, you have to close one eye. If you want to have a good friend, you have to close both eyes. I have shared your remarkable words of advice, encouragement, and wisdom with many people, and although they have not had the privilege of knowing you, they wish they could have met you. In many ways, you are my inspiration. If I could have half the wisdom and grace you possessed, I would be a rich woman.

At times, I may have not listened to your advice out of stubbornness, but I recall one time when I followed your intuition, which I like to call your radar, that prevented a tragedy from happening. When Sean was a baby, you often offered to babysit, which I greatly appreciated. One Saturday, Steve, who worked for a department store, had to attend an event to check out the set-up of new merchandise. I always insisted on going with him, and on this occasion, we took Sean with us. On that rainy day, we decided to visit you on our way to the event. Ill never forget how you implored me, Please dont take Sean. I just had a bad dream last night. Usually, I would have dismissed your request, but this time, I felt the energy of this warning coming through you, so I acquiesced and left Sean with you. As Steve and I were driving to the event in our subcompact Chevy Vega on Sprain Parkway, a narrow, curvy road, a dog suddenly ran across the highway. The drivers of the cars in the lanes next to us instinctively applied their brakes, and all of the cars around us, including ours, started skidding in both directions, ending in a seven-car pile-up. Our car was hit in the back, front, and side. The impact forced Seans empty car seat to be propelled from the back seat through the front windshield, breaking the glass. Miraculously, not one fatality or major injury occurred. At that moment, I felt that we were all touched by God through you, Mom.

I did not know until you were in your late eighties, Mom, that you missed having a closer relationship with me. With sadness, you made a comment that was a blow to me, one that I will never forget: I know you love me, but I dont know if you always liked me. I felt regret that I had been so remiss in showing you. Your words inspired me to change my behavior, and over the last seven years of your life, I made living amends to you, showing you how much I both loved and liked you. If you hadnt told me how you felt, I would have missed the opportunity to show my respect and admiration for you.

Your inner strength and perseverance have left an indelible mark on me. Towards the end of your life, Dad and I knew you were in great pain. We could see it in your eyes, but you never complained. In fact, you would always assure us that you would be okay. At the end of your life, the last few moments before you died were the most powerful moments that I have ever spent in your presence. Hospice had been coming to the house for a few days to ensure that you were comfortable. You were frail and had hardly moved for a day, most of the time lying on your side. I knew that you could hear Dad, Helen, who was my parents care giver, and me because every now and then, as I lay next to you, you squeezed my hand. You were the one who decided when you were leaving us, not the medication. All of a sudden, you, who could not even hold your head up to sip water or eat, lifted yourself up on your elbow with your head resting in your palm. You looked around the room, and with a smile, making eye contact with each of us, told us goodbye with clarity and dignity. It was a moment Ill never forget.