Also i agree with citygirl that comparing our grief to genocide is kinda crass.
Why? Can't we learn from genocide survivors? Or are we too special?
One of the most moving things I ever read was from a holocaust survivor describing the moments of joy she managed to have in Auschwitz. Her mom was sent to the showers and ovens on the first day, but she survived by finding joy and counting her blessings even there.
After the liberation, she dedicated her life to psychology and helping other people who could not let go of their grief. Inspiring woman.
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