Eulogy
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Eulogy
My Eulogy for my brother Henry
Henry was the ‘golden son’ to our parents Joseph and Liba, who were survivors of the holocaust, being brought up in the Australia by immigrants gave us mixed identities, living in what my father called paradise, where we lived an incredibly easy and rich lifestyle as children with the freedom of thought and action that even to this day few others enjoy, and also living within our parents traditional culture.
We were also exposed to many cultures and religions through the people who stayed in our downstairs unit in Dover Heights. These people were on short visits through some kind of cultural / religious exchange. Even at our very early age we had long discussions about these philosophies. I can recall Buddists in orange robes, Jehova witnesses and seventh day Adventists. I also recall John's long discussions with a Rabbi. I am sure those clerics had a profound effect on...