Today, on Canadian Remembrance Day, I am going to share a very small piece of my family story. During WWII my Oma was in the Netherlands with her family when the Nazis invaded.
Their family business, a motorcycle dealership, was in shambles and they were starving. However, even in their difficult time, my family was still charitable. They had very little but delivered food anonymously at their neighbours’ doors. They were also part of a ring that kept our Jewish people out of concentration camps. They gave what they had, but as the years passed, they were running out of resources. Who would save them? Canada, of course.
Their lives were saved in 1944 by the Canadian soldiers moving in. I am alive because Canada stepped up, moved in, and saved my Oma’s life among many others. This is one part of history that I remember on Remembrance Day and I say thank you. Lest we forget. I will not forget.