THERE are times when it takes a great loss to make you appreciate the things you have.
Such a time was Tuesday when we farewelled Eva Klug, a remarkable woman, a friend and a good neighbour.
I knew her for but 17 years, an instant compared with the friendship enjoyed by the scores who attended her funeral. And that could not bear comparison with the love of Bert, her husband of nigh on 70 years, her three sons, her nine grandchildren and her three great grandchildren.
Bear with me as I relate the story of this amazing woman and tell, with some pride, how our country embraced her and she embraced it.
She was born Eva Dymova in the small Slovak town of Sered in 1925 and, with her brother and sister, lived an idyllic life until they were caught up in the tide of Nazism that was World War II.
Her birth crime was that she was Jewish. Her family’s fate is horribly familiar to anyone who knows the history of the Holocaust.
Her mother was murdered in Auschwitz and her father’s fate is unknown.
Her sister survived Auschwitz and the death march ahead of the liberating Russians, but her brother was murdered by Slovak fascists in 1945.
Read the full article by Terry Sweetman at The Courier Mail.