Today is Yom HaShoah, Holocaust Remembrance Day. It is a solemn day, one that causes us to meditate upon our most frightening nature, directing us to look at not only the horrors of our past, but the violence, intolerance, and indifference of our present. In this broadcast, we hear from Inge Auerbacher, who, as a child, was transported with her mother and father to Terezin, a Nazi concentration camp.
Today, I am recommending Colleen Oakley's debut novel Before I Go, which explores the unsettling questions presented when time is running out.
At 27, Daisy Richmond is excited for the future. Her husband, Jack, is a brilliant veterinarian-in-training. Daisy is also in graduate school, trying to settle on a thesis. Having just purchased their first house, a fixer upper with a to-do list a mile long, the young couple is eager to renovate their dream home and build a life together.
You went down on August 26—my 29th birthday. That’s what the doctors and nurses kept calling it, anyway. It didn’t take long for me to understand that this is one of many ambiguous terms medical practitioners use to speak without saying anything.