This eulogy is for Elie's father. I am writing this in Elie's perspective. Hope you enjoy it.
As I witness the death of my father, I felt no pain nor tears. No tears were left in my face. Before all this tragedy, I wanted to be a Rhabbi when I grew up. My dad told me that to not even worry about that until I was 30 years old. When my family and I were taken away from our home, we thought that this was nothing. We didn't think that we were going to be in this mess. When my family and I arrived at the camp, we were separated by gender. I no longer saw my mom or my sister. I was with my father all the time.
During the days that I lived with my father, I felt a great connection with him. I did get a disappointed at him, because we had the chance of leaving the tragedy twice and he refused. Anyway I had a great time with him. I spent much more time with him than I use to. I always encouraged him to never give up; to continue till the end. Unfortunately, his sickness pulled the trigger. Overall, I am proud of my father for trying his best. I do indeed miss him a lot. I wish he was still here with me. He will always be in my heart until I die.
