What will happen to all the memories?

Today I saw footage that just recently surfaced about what was going on during WWII. The clip showed concentration camps, gas chamber, ghettos and destruction that until now I had only seen in still pictures. It is not for the weak of heart or the queasy.

NOTE: approximately 50 min. long

http://www.tsofar.com/zofar/mashtap/show.asp?id=7598

It got me thinking....
All war survivors are at least 65 now. Our generation still has someone to tell us stories, to not let us forget? What will be in 20 years from now? Who will keep the memory alive of those lost then? Of those that suffered and survived? What will remind us of the terror that happened there?

MBD and Avraham Freid sang this beautiful song at the Ohel concert years ago. I've always loved it and was reminded of it today. I typed up the lyrics as best as I could remember; please correct me if it's wrong.

I’m a very tired old and worn out man
And my eyes have long been blind
Most things that people say to me
Just seem to slip my mind

Oh but the suffering and painful times
That were in years long gone
Are still as clear upon my memory
As the numbers on my arm

Chorus:
What will become of all the memories?
Are they to scatter with the dust in the breeze?
Who will stand before the world that wishes to deny
How will they believe in someone who never heard the cries?

When I hold my grandson close to me
And his fingers trace the patterns of my tears
He asks me “Zeide, tell me why do you cry,
what is it that you fear?”

And I tell him “There once was another child
who smelled this sweet and felt this warm
but he was taken from before my eyes
and only I remain to mourn”.

Chorus:
What will become of all the memories?
Are they to scatter with the dust in the breeze?
Who will stand before the world that wishes to deny
How will they believe in someone who never heard the cries?

There is little I can say or do to make things change
Time has a way of passing by so fast
Like a fleeting shadow, no one will recall
The faces of the past

What will become of all the memories?
Are they to scatter with the dust in the breeze?
Who will stand before the world not knowing what to say
When the very last survivor fades away, fades away

What will become of all the memories?
Are they to scatter with the dust in the breeze?
But one thought gives me comfort; it’s all that I have left
Oh, I know that god in heaven won’t forget!


This song is so beautiful. If you don't know the tune go get the Ohel Concert from about 10 years ago.
I really didn't want to post such a depressing topic, but it shook me up too much.