Diary of Nameless citizen Prisoner (holocaust fiction)

Caroline

Caroline 35 years later...

It was my parent's 51st anniversary today, or would have been. I stepped out of my car and walked a short distance my flats silently stepping on the pavement. The warm May sun hit the back of my neck sending shivers down my spine. The breeze blew through the tall cherry blossom trees and pastel pink petals floated down all around coating the earth in a frosting coat.

 I stepped up to the entrance of the cemetery and opened the creaking gate letting the wind close the door behind me. I walked down the first row and there it was. My family's headstone. I knelt before it the petals covering most of the lettering on the stone that had begun to sink into the ground long since forgotten by everyone but me. 

The holocaust plagues me every day, there is never a day of escape. It had already been 3 decades and yet it could be yesterday that I saw my father leave me, and my mother swept away by SS officers, and my sister blue and frozen amongst the other dead bodies of unwanted inmates. 

I reached into my purse and pulled out a small pouch and placed it near my sisters name on the headstone gently kissing it. I stood slowly then the tears already making an appearance in my eyes hollowed by death. The tears turned into full out sobs as I gave up hope for holding back my emotion. They had suffered so much and I pity them as I pity myself for the hell that we had to go through.

I have nothing left of my family except this makeshift headstone. Their bodies were never recovered. I never learned what happened to my father. My sisters blue frozen face still plagues my nightmares. My mother shrieking as she was dragged away from me. The last time that I would ever see her. 

I wish that I had something to remember them by. But all of me was left back at the gates.