If you are a regular reader
of my blog, you know I
try to speak from the heart.
Recently I was made aware
of a very worthwhile event
that I will be participating in
and I hope you will too.
Instead of relying on my own
words, please read an excerpt
from Trudi's post.
"The Butterfly Project"
The Holocaust Museum Houston
innocent victims and honoring
prejudice and apathy.
Stop Hate. Starting Here.
The Butterfly Project mandate/
is to remember the 1,500,000
innocent children who perished
as a result of the Holocaust
by collecting 1.5 million
In Spring 2013, these butterflies
will then become a break-taking
exhibition to serve as a memory
of this event.
Can you imagine? 1.5 million children
translated into 1.5 million butterflies....?
If you wondering why a butterfly,
the project is based on this poem -
I Never Saw Another Butterfly
The last, the very last,
So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellow
Perhaps if the sun’s tears would sing
against a white stone....
Such, such a yellow
Is carried lightly ’way up high.
It went away I’m sure
because it wished
to kiss the world good-bye.
For seven weeks I’ve lived in here
Penned up inside this ghetto.
But I have found what I love here.
The dandelions call to me
And the white chestnut branches in the court.
Only I never saw another butterfly.
That butterfly was the last one.
Butterflies don’t live in here, in the ghetto.
Written by Pavel Friedman, June 4, 1942
Born in Prague on Jan. 7, 1921.
Deported to the Terezin Concentration Camp on April 26, 1942.
Died in Auschwitz on Sept. 29, 1944.
Pavel Friedman was 23.
My eldest daughter is 23.
Again, I am touched by this
event in history. My
heart breaks for those that
played any role in this tragic
event. The Holocaust like 9/11
is something we should never
I hope you will want to become
involved in this event.
Love to all,