I thought of you today, Anne.
The little flags that appeared in the quad at school probably caused some people to stop and read the signs. Hopefully, a lot of people paused. I know I did.
My eyes especially lingered on the yellow ones. That's when I thought of you, Anne.
It's been several years since I was given the opportunity to tell your story. I just hope we did it justice. I think we did.
I felt I got to know you if even just a bit. Talking with Laureen and Rudi, seeing the photo of your father, hearing first hand what it was like to hide, to be persecuted, to live in fear each and every day. How I wish your young life would have ended differently.
I shared my thoughts with Leigh. She portrayed your mother with all of the fears, the joys and the courage that Edith most surely did possess.
You touched our lives.
We will never forget, Anne. Never.
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