This is why.
I really wanted to write about this, but as I said, I’m a bit under the weather. Luckily Meryl saw it too: A brother and sister meet again after 65 years. They last saw each other when he was eleven and she was five. Each had thought everyone else in the family had perished in the Holocaust and that they were the only one that had survived.

All these years lived apart, a whole life gone by separately, without them finding each other. This breaks my heart. At least they have been reunited now.

There are so many stories like it in Israel. Meryl says it best.