Dear Anne Frank,
As I’ve said before, after reading your diary years ago, I felt close to you. I could say that you are the reason I began my love for non-fiction books (and writing in diaries). In my opinion, as much as reality hurts sometimes, it is far better than some sugar-coated fiction. I love hearing about real stories – where people have struggled through the pain to get to where they are today, living a much better life than yesterday. Stuff like that.
Regardless of the horror you were going through, you continued to write and document life truthfully how it was and, not only life living in the Holocaust but also feelings of yourself, but those around you and life in general.
You were a writer with [some] thoughts way beyond your years. You wanted to keep on living even after you died, and guess what? You did. These are the things I find myself wanting, too.
Throughout my years, I have always gone on to learn more and more about the Holocaust. I always find myself learning more.
At the museum shop, I bought a post card, a necklace with “O” for circle of love and Jewish symbol glass heart… all in honor of and memory of those who died as well as a backpack bag with this on it:
“The next time you witness hatred. The next time you see injustice. The next time you hear about genocide. THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU SAW.”
Your friend,
Karen-Maeby
"I want to go on living even after my death! And therefore I am grateful to G-d for this gift, this possibility of developing myself and of writing, of expressing all that is in me. I can shake off everything if I write; my sorrows disappear; my courage is reborn. But, and that is the great question, will I ever be able to write anything great, will I ever become a journalist or a writer?"
— Anne Frank (The Diary of a Young Girl)
