My 84-year-old father, Robert Kash, received a phone call from a woman who introduced herself as a cousin, with the same great grandfather. She said she was working on a Family Tree from a website called www.Jewishgen.org. About seven weeks ago she emailed me the Family Tree and shared the newfound cousins she contacted, including one from Israel. My newfound cousin, who deserves all the credit for her arduous, detective-like work in tracking down the family, is Toni Dee; we just met for the first time and shared a warm, long overdue hug. 
For more than 30 years, first on a USY teen tour to Israel in 1979 and then as a Lone Soldier [the designation for those serving with no direct family in Israel] in the IDF between 1984-1986, I have been looking for any remnant of family from the Holocaust. My grandfather was one of 13 brothers and sisters, but only three survived, along with his elderly parents who made it to the United States from Poland well before the war. 
Recently, based on information from the Family Tree that Toni provided, I called a newly discovered cousin in Tel Aviv. He was surprised that I spoke Hebrew and I explained that I served in the IDF more than 25 years ago. I started to cry, realizing that I had not really been a Lonely Soldier and had family in Israel; I just didn’t know it back then. 
Shimon, the new Tel Aviv cousin, and I share the same great great grandfather (Chaim Shlomo Krzywanowski).  After telling him I can’t believe I have a cousin in Israel he said “you don’t have one cousin but with my children and grandchildren and my sister’s side of the family you have 21 cousins – actually many more than that.”