My grandfather and grandmother, David and Ahuva Shekel, immigrated from Egypt. In 1960 (the exact date is unknown), my grandmother had her seventh son, probably at Rothschild Hospital in Haifa, and called him Nissim.
After her son was born she was told at the hospital that he has a heart defect and they sent my grandmother home. She was asked to come and breastfeed her son and so she came every day for about a week. My grandmother god bless her memory, said the child looked lively and healthy, he fed well and his face was pinkish, it didn't seem there was any issue. One day when she came to visit and feed him the doctors told her the child has died and sent her home. My grandmother asked to see her son’s body so she could bury him but was told they have already taken care of everything; they didn't let her see him or even give her a death certificate. Although my grandmother was naïve, accepting what she was told with great sorrow, she always had doubts and wondered about her son. It was hard for her to accept that he passed away as she saw a lively and healthy child. The nurses at the hospital told her she didn't have it that bad since she had six more children at home and will have more in the future. Until her dying day my late grandmother didn't believe her son really died but there was no one to turn to back then.
I am determined to find my uncle. I am convinced he is alive, and I want him to meet his nine siblings. Please help us find a thread to start our search, help us reunite a broken family and allow my late grandmother and grandfather to rest in peace.
Until her dying day my late grandmother didn't believe her son really died but there was no one to turn to back then.