M.O.T.

My Children,

We went to the Museum of Tolerance this week. What an experience... I do not know how you could go to that and not be touched on such a deep powerful level.

Abby you did not seem to be aware of all the details and as such where not effected by all of the information being fed to us. BUT Robby was just old enough to start to have his eyes opened to mans cruelty to man. Casey, you my boy seem to feel and see the most. I can not imagine what this meant to you. As sick as it made me feel it must of turned your tummy too.

In the last part of the walk through, we all sat in a model of a gas chamber. I wept holding Abby while she slept... Even the thought of this place seemed more then I could bare. I learned more then I ever knew before. I thought of myself as a learned person, and yet I knew nothing. I think everyone should have to go to that museum and everyone should experience that for themselves. It really is life changing.

Never again can we sit back and claim we did not know.

I love you all and cherish who you are.