Our mother died on September 11, 1995, which has since become a national day of mourning. Months after, while cleaning out her home, we discovered a sheet from the International Red Cross declaring that her younger brother, who was unable to leave Germany before the war, had died on September 11, 1942. On checking the Hebrew date of his death, it turned out to be Erev Rosh Hashanah, one of the holiest days of the Jewish year. Our first child was born September 16, 1974. The Hebrew date of her birth was Erev Rosh Hashanah.