A Last Entry*

B''H

"Courage, courage, courage, courage, courage.... This mystery is not so great."

This is what Rachel said as she cradled my head and whispered into my ear. She stroked my head and kissed me on the kepe.


"Excuse me, Mommy, my dolls are waiting for me".


* This will probably be Hanna Rose's last direct entry, although it was dictated to  me, her husband, being too weak to enter it herself.  In the future, as I find her notebooks I will dutifully copy more of her stories here.