On the remembrance table there are scented candles lit next to the two pictures of Szab and Dora. I came in the downstairs entrance to the youth building Monday night and immediately I could smell the scent from the candles… the table in The Listening House is on the top floor, three flights up! Immediately I was reminded of these two young people whose lives were cut short by this tragedy. When I got upstairs I wrote:
Sometimes words are not enough
A candle is lit in remembrance of your lives, a scented candle
A candle may also be not enough,
But the fragrance from the candle can be noticed everywhere.
May the fragrance of your lives be noticed,
Be remembered and thus,