by Menachem Z. Rosensaft
Special to the Jewish Week

“Don’t let the light go out, it’s lasted for so many years” sang Peter, Paul and Mary in “Light One Candle,” my favorite Chanukah song.

In late December 1948, my parents said a very special Shehecheyanu prayer as they lit the Chanukah candles in the Displaced Persons camp of Bergen-Belsen in Germany.

Barely five years after their entire families had been murdered in the gas chambers of Auschwitz, they could not truly thank God for granting them life or for sustaining them as part of the small surviving remnant of European Jewry that had emerged from the Holocaust. Too many faces were missing