Just before Easter, I was trying to explain Passover to a friend - and in doing so, one thing led to another, and the subject of the Holocaust came up. The horror of it is bad enough, but it has always left me shaken and hurting in my soul to think of the inhumanity of people to people, that was the real horror, to me.

In the search for some kind of relief from that feeling of sick amazement, many, including myself, asked "Why? Why God? Why did You let this happen?" Angry "whys", hurt "whys", and very scared "whys" - but the fact is, God doesn't "let" things like that happen, we humans choose them with our own free will. And so, the question turns back, to the people. How could they? How could they look into the eyes of men, women and children and hurt them so badly? How? And why? Ask the Nazi's "why"...

My son had never even heard of the Holocaust. You could see the agony of his soul in his eyes, as they filled with tears, and he asked those very same questions. How could they do that? Why on earth would they do that?

But in the end, it was through his eyes that I learned, finally, what the Holocaust means for us now. One word. Not "how", not even "why" – that word is "REMEMBER" - through every means possible. It is vital that we remember. Because, when we remember, and we share the story, we can be creating, one brick, one person at a time, a foundation of certainty that it will never happen again.

Perhaps in centuries distant from now, as we now celebrate Passover and Easter in remembrance of the Exodus and the Resurrection, perhaps we will have our families gathered to Remember the Holocaust, lest it ever happen again.

And then, mere days later, Kosovo.

And then, mere days later, Littleton, Colorado

And the tears began to fall again, in those young startled eyes.

The media is frantically rushing to place the blame. The people are crying, and screaming "why" at the sky. But we don't need those questions answered. That really isn't what is so very important. We need to Remember. Remember.

Oh, please, dear God in heaven, let them REMEMBER, because it's happening again.

I tried to protect my son. I didn't want him hurt, or scared. I didn't let him watch the news, or listen to our incredulous conversations. But I was wrong. Terribly wrong. He needs to know. He NEEDS to know. Only then, will he be able to Remember.

Only if we can teach our children to listen and see each other with their hearts will this horror end. And to do that, we need to REMEMBER.