Hannah and Nathan Tasa

My parents, Hannah and Nathan Tasa, may their memory be blessed, left their daughter, Geulah, in the hospital with a fever. The next evening my father saw her through the glass, standing and holding the white steel bed while smiling at him. The next morning my parents were informed that she had passed away without them ever seeing a body. Their innocence and their will to look after their other children made them keep their fears inside. Every time I tried to open the story, they closed up in pain.

After they died, I tried to get some clues but with no success.

Two months ago, after my older brother died, we found a load of documents in a brown suitcase that belonged to my father. Among them is the birth certificate, which for us is the trace (we looked for).

My whole life I thought about her and the image of her smiling as my father said.

Although I don’t believe in the system, I still hope to find her.

She was 10 months old when she was hospitalized.

Every time I tried to open the story, they closed up in pain.







The next morning my parents were informed that she had passed away without them ever seeing a body.