ALICE Herz-Sommer who died last week, aged 110, was the oldest survivor of the Holocaust.

A brilliant musician, she endured tragedy enough for many lifetimes.

Yet, despite that – or maybe because if it – she was wonderfully optimistic and inspiring.

“Life is beautiful, love is beautiful, nature and music are beautiful,” she said. “Everything we experience is a gift, a present we should cherish and pass on to those we love.”

Even better is what she said to journalist Jane Liddell-King “I have had cancer. I have lost my son. I don’t know what happened to my mother.

I spent three years in Terezin. My husband was killed in Auschwitz.

But why should I die? Have another chocolate.”

Why is it is often that only when people are dead, you realise how much you would have loved to have known them?