So I follow the @auschwitzmuseum account, and when I see a post of an individual, I take a moment with them. What they looked like. Where they were from. I try to learn to pronounce their name if it is unfamiliar to me. I purposefully make the effort to bring this human individual into my mind and think about the life and potential that they had that was stolen from them. I make them real for me. I don't know them. I will never truly know them. But I want to acknowledge that they existed and that their existence was extinguished and that their very existence was important and has meaning.
I know not everyone has the emotional bandwidth to do this. For me, my flavor of neurodivergency has a tendency to want to pull me outside of humanity, so I find this practice as one way for me to reconnect and to sit with the tragedy and to feel. It isn't a good feeling obviously. But it helps cement the importance of our humanity and that we as humans have a lot of work ahead of us to be better to one another.