The Way to go…


‘…Amen.’ Sarah whispered, setting her bible on the side table and putting her glasses on top.

Then, with a soft smile to her lips, she went to sleep never to awaken on this earth again.

I almost didn’t want to pick them up, but it was time. The family would be here soon to collect her things. Curiously, I looked through the lens to see the verse she was reading…

“… And Jesus said unto him, ‘Verily I say unto thee, Today shalt thou be with me in paradise.’ (Luke 23:43 p2)”

It was more than fitting.


It is a day for remembering. With that in mind, I thought of Miss Sarah. She was a survivor of the holocaust who had seen so much cruelty and horror in this world,  Yet, she was strong in her faith, so very strong. I learned so much in the brief time that I knew her about the “real” of faith in an unseen God. I was there the night she passed from this world into paradise. She passed peacefully while praying to God as if he were right there, holding her hand to lead her on. Her bible was opened to the book of Luke and the story of the Crucifixion. On this day, when our country remembers the horror and fear we experienced, I felt it only fitting to share this verse… and to remember that today, many stepped into paradise much too early. And now, may the Good Lord watch over and keep them close in his care. WE miss them, and love them all the more.


This story was written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields – Friday Fictioneers 100 word story challenge. If you’d care to read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit us HERE. This week’s picture prompt provided by  CEAyr,  thank you.

28 thoughts on “The Way to go…

  1. Dear Bear,

    This is a delicious illustration of the peace that passes understanding. Beautifully and tenderly shared.
    I am always grateful on this day that our daughter in law was running 15 late for work that morning. Most of her coworkers weren’t so fortunate.



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  2. This is beautiful, and that’s coming from an atheist. I’m all for people finding strength wherever they can. I do find it interesting that a Holocaust survivor would find solace in the New Testament given how overtly anti-Semitic it is.

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    1. Miss Sarah and I read the bible together everyday for afternoon ‘tea’. It was a welcome respite from the dementia unit where I spent most of the day at the nursing home. I’ve often brought her to mind when times were rough, remembering how much more she suffered… some I didn’t find out until after her death when I met her family members. How she could have faced what she faced and not lost her faith I’ll never truly comprehend. Once, she even showed me her scars, and even the threadbare outfit she was forced to wear along with her star. Such things can never truly be comprehended on this earth.

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      1. Surviving is incredible in itself. I can only imagine clinging to her faith helped.

        I saw a movie called God On Trial. A group of prisoners accused God of breaking his covenant with the Jewish people by allowing the Holocaust. It presented both sides, finding strength in faith and losing faith. They had a trial in their cell. It was interesting.

        Talking to her must have been an amazing and horrific experience. It has to take you deeper into the experience than books, pictures, and movies ever could. There’s so much to learn there about the strength and depravity of which humanity is capable.

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      2. It began a ten year journey of study on the subject with many, many such experiences. Never met a single survivor whose faith was not strengthened by the experience… except for the Nazi I met to appease my professor. That one was nothing less than Satan in human form, and I truly mean that. I lasted only a few minutes in his presence before I excused myself from his evil.


      3. I would be interested in hearing the Nazi side. How does one justify that? I’ve heard the following orders excuse. I gathered from Mein Kampf that Hitler didn’t like Jewish, liberal politics. There’s your ultimate overreaction. I can’t fathom that level of hatred and cruelty. I would like it explained. How does one bring oneself to do that?

        I’m with you, though. I can’t stand to be in a room with a man I know has hit a woman. Talking to a Nazi, like he’s a human being, would be far beyond me.


      4. That very question: the ‘why’ of it, was at the heart of my research… what drove a human to such depths of depravity. It’s an ‘unanswerable’ type question. And trust me, you wouldn’t want to be in the same room with this person. I don’t even want to be on the same planet.

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      5. There’s something so frustrating about the senselessness of it. The whole thing was unimaginably horrific, but to do it just to do it somehow makes it worse.

        What was his demeanor? Was he repentant at all? Or arrogant about it? I ask because one can feign repentance or humility and still emanate evil.


      6. Not repentant.. aggressive, very arrogant and angry, He didn’t even have to speak for you to “feel” the evil…. eyes that had no soul… I mean that… that’s something that just cannot be faked…

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  3. A beautiful story, Bear. As a survivor of the Holocaust, Miss Sarah no doubt saw much death. How lovely you were able to be there the night she passed. The day of 9/ll caused me added pain as so many firemen died. My dad was a fireman for thirty-three years until he retired. As far as I’m concerned, all firemen are heroes. Some came from other states to help with the work at Ground Zero. —- Suzanne


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