Night by Elie Wiesel (Eulogy for Elie's Father)

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Jimmy Mendoza English, Period 2 January 25, 2013 Ms. Huddy Eulogy for Elie’ Father Hello, my name is Elie Wiesel and as you may know, I’m a survivor of the Holocaust but I’m also the son to Chlomo Wiesel. Many people out there aren’t as lucky to have to met their fathers or mothers due to death or for other particular reasons, but for me it was different. Even though my father and I weren’t really that close before we entered the destruction of the concentration camps, every single moment I spent with him during our time at Auschwitz and Buna is something that I’ll never forget. Some of you may ask, “Why would you want to remember what occurred at Auschwitz or at Buna,” and honestly, who would want to remember? But in my case, that is where my beloved father and I grew much closer. We were inseparable like two best friends, we loved each other dearly and once we entered the gates of Auschwitz, we realized we were all we had. At all times, I refused to be separated from him; I wanted to be with him where I can see what was going on, if he needed assistance…anything. I would’ve died for him at any moment if it was necessary. Before all of this of course, he ran a store with my mother back in Sighet, may she also rest in peace, and I would constantly see my father go about his business. He didn’t like to live in fear. Maybe that’s why when we heard of the red army advancing in giant strides, he paid no mind to it because we all believed that Hitler would never get to us. My father was a very good man; he was very well respected by the Jewish community of Sighet and he even had my respect. Most of the time he was busy with communal activities and with the lives of other people which somewhat distanced him from our family but I was never mad or upset at him. I couldn’t hold a grudge against my own father. Like I said before, going into the

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