Eulogy For Elie Wisel's Father

In Mr.little's class we have been learning about the holocaust and the effects it had on many. To help us understand better we have been reading a book called Night by Elie Wieser. He was a survivor of the holocaust who went through the pain day by day. In the last chapter Elie feels what is it to lose the one who lived through everything with him. He witnesses the death of his father. During this time death is not a surprise to him or anyone else. The death of Shlomo, Elie's father, goes unnoticed. Because of this Mr. Little has asked us to write a eulogy for Shlomo.


After 66 years nothing has changed. The feelings are still there and so are the memories. Shlomo my father, a wise man who lived and supported me. As a young kid i never appreciated my father and his hard work. We were not very close but as times grew harder and we were the only thing we had left to each other things changed. We grew closer by the day and supported each other as we each knew that our lifes could end. Everything was taken from us but we were gratful to still have each other. His death came to me as the end of the world. I lost him and it wasn't easy. I had no family and no friends to support me emotionally. I had no one there. Now that he was gone, all my hope was lost. I made it out alive from the concentration camps. I will never be able to forget that they were the reason for my family's death. It seems like just yesterday we were all still together. I miss them all so much. But I know deep inside that they are all in a better place.
Rest In Peace Shlomo my father..