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What an incredible set of stories you've told here. I live in so much gratitude for knowing you, and having been blessed to read your words. You make me want to be brave, too, you and your Judith.

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My grandmother was a Holocaust survivor. Her siblings were not so lucky. Several of them are buried in Baby Yar in Kyiv. My grandmother was the strongest person I ever knew. She became a successful lawyer in the USSR and eventually immigrated to Israel. She was the mother to her only daughter (my mother) but also to me, and my sons, her great-grandchildren. Her name was not Judith (it was Ethel). But I would like to believe that she is one of those Jewish heroines without whom the People of Israel would have never survived. I was thinking of her as I was reading this story.

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My maternal grandmother was also named Ethel. My Hebrew name is Ettel, for her. ❤️

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I'm so blown away by the poem, and by the story of Judith. Thank you so much for sharing both.

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I am proud and honoured to support this incredibly worthy endeavour.

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Mazel Tov, Elissa! Judith would be so proud of you! Her memory is a blessing. ✡️❤️☮️🎶

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Such a powerful story. Congratulations on your launch and especially on being brave and making the world better!

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Appreciate this so much--not least for understanding the context behind the name!

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I know in the deepest part of my soul that Judith is so proud of you. As are we all 💕

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