Zophia was a wonderful lady who lived for many years just two houses down from my in-laws. She asked me at the beginning of our photo shoot why I was doing this project, and why I had asked to photograph her. My words at trying to explain my motives were heard with some skepticism. I told Zophia, Sophie as we fondly called her, my desire was to honor the memory of those lost during the war, and to have all those who saw my images serve as witnesses to the horrors of the Holocaust. I am not sure she was convinced, but she allowed me to photograph her anyway. Several weeks ago, Zophia passed away. Sadly, back in 2011 when I photographed her, she was struggling with life, and the horrible memories she recalled from her time in Lublin, Poland during the Holocaust. This town was right next to the Concentration Camp Majdanek. From her home, she would witness prisoners being marched down the street in paper uniforms to the camp, never again to be seen alive. Fortunately, despite spending some time in Aushwitz, Sophie survived. Having said that, due to her witnessing so many horrific things, she lost her faith in G-d , and never regained it. On a positive note, Sophie had been able to find some peace in life by way of her two beautiful children and five grandchildren. Her concluding words to me after the photo session were "I went to Hell. My life was not a picnic. I wish that all young people who see these photos, no matter what religion, no matter what color of skin, will have a bright future and will help to bring peace into the world”. Sophie, you will be missed.