It's a lovely song, but I can't bear to listen to it.

I think of my friend Frank Bright who was a survivor of Auschwitz. In his retirement, he was finally able to talk about his experiences. He gave talks to school children, and was awarded the MBE. He just wanted to take his place in English society, and this honour confirmed that he had succeeded.

He died 18 months ago at the age of 93. He had two daughters but no grand children, so there is no one to continue his line. He chose to be cremated without any ceremony, just as his mother was at Auschwitz.