It lives on.
At least that\'s what I tell myself ..
I may be inexcusable, but I have to forgive myself for the sake of my children.
And he\'s learned something else: ...not forgiving yourself at all is the best way of passing the behavior down to future generations.
Along the way he\'s met some upright people, and learned about acts of heroism and goodness during those years of utter darkness, directly responsible for his very existence.
But by the end of this Story Hickins finds himself in a different place.
And decades later, the loss, the pain, lives on inside him too, his failed marriages - the rage that he can barely keep bottled up.
What do we learn? The loss, the pain, the broken marriages and shattered relationships start in Germany, then an escape to France, the Netherlands, to Cuba and then New York, then further.
And in this Story from Michael Hickins, as he uncovers his past when learning about his family that no one\'s ever told him, we learn from him; we see what was sundered remains broken - generation after generation.
It remains with us.
The violence, the hate circles the earth still.
The dying, the lying, the horror and the hatred, all live on.
Generation after generation, decade after decade: the dying didn\'t die with the Nazis.
It lives on
