My father, Chaim Rotenstein, a survivor of the Shoah, died on June 28, 2008. Long before his death he had asked me to call a list of fellow survivors to attend his funeral. With many attempts I could not reach any of the friends on his list. The burial took place in an area of the cemetery dedicated to the town of his birth, Czestochowa Poland, and was marked by a large stone monument he and others had dedicated to those loved ones who perished but had no gravesite. After the funeral , I looked around at the gravestones near my father