My Bubby, which is the Yiddish word for grandma, represents an Icon of perseverance and strength. To me she is the definition of an icon that inspires people because of her ability to push on through her life, despite the unjust and despicable acts that were committed against her. At the age of 18, my Bubby was captured and placed into a concentration camp in the Holocaust.
Her life was constantly hanging by a thread and she unfortunately lost everyone in her family. But she lived and what impacts me the most is how she did not allow this atrocity to keep her from living her life. What was important to her was life itself. She could have been angry and mad at the world for what happened to her but then the enemy would have won. Instead, she decided to follow her passion of cooking and being a mother. She allowed that experience to teach her the value of life and lived every moment, till the very end, as best as she could.