Saturday, August 8, 2009
My best cousin and I fell in love at his Bar Mitzvah in Williamsport PA in 1955. I was the older woman, all of 15. He was 13. And even though it was his weekend to celebrate with family and friends I found him following me around. We stood side by side for our family photo, and if you look closely you can see that we’re holding hands.
We’ve stayed close ever since. In fact while we sat side by side at dinner last Sunday night I told him I would be there for him anytime anywhere, forever. And I mean it. I know he would do the same for me.