I don't usually post undisguised photos of my friends and family, but I'm just so proud of this one. Last week my Grandma traveled by herself to Poland to clean up the gravesites of a few relatives buried before World War II. She's 79, legally blind, four feet nine-and-a-half inches of piss, vinegar and chutzpah. This is a photo of her standing at the grave of her great grandfather, a rabbi who died in the 1880s in her hometown of Lodz. So that headstone is 120 years old, give or take.
Grandma came back pleased to report that many of the buildings in Lodz have been beautifully restored. It's so lovely -- "like Prague," she said -- that it looks almost like the city of her childhood, before the Nazis sealed the community into a ghetto and later shipped them off to Auschwitz.
I have so many stories on this subject; I'm too tired to write any of them now. Just look at this little ball of fire and be inspired to fight through anything life slings at you.