The best part about our European vacation wasn’t the playgrounds, although they were full of rad. Or the Turkish baths in Budapest, although I’d like to move into one of the changing cabins post haste. It wasn’t even the bubbly water, or the trains, or the month without a cell phone, even though each and every one of those things were worth the trip.
The best part about Europe was seeing where my husband grew up, seeing his primary school and where his family lives and where his parents lived during the war. And part of all that was seeing the cemetery where some of Viktor’s family are buried.
Most of Viktor’s family died in and around World War II and ended up in unmarked graves or concentration camps. I can count on one hand the number of living relatives on both sides of Viktor’s family combined. There isn’t much left but memories and a few photographs, so I was really excited to visit a cemetery and a family grave site.
In Europe, at least in Poland, families take care of the graves. There’s a chapel in the cemetery and while the priest and some nuns take care … >> find out more…

















