Here's a picture of me and my six cousins on my mother's side (Dad was an only child.) We always called ourselves "the lucky seven." Every Thanksgiving we carried on at Aunt Rose's house in Syosset, LI, Rosh Hashanah was at Grandma's in Brooklyn, Passover at Aunt Evelyn's in Queens, and Hanukah at our house in North Bellmore, LI. Now the sisters and one cousin reside in our hearts. The rest of us have dug new roots in New York, Massachusetts, and North Carolina, but the distance doesn't separate us. Last night we spent two hours in our monthly Zoom gathering. Still lucky after all these years.