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Genre: Personal Musing
Word Count: 100

MISHPOCHA

When I was a small child, we all went to the same synagogue. Passover seders and bar mitzvah receptions were epic events.

I remember how excited I was to be the flower girl at my cousin Marshall’s wedding. So nervous, walking down the aisle, I forgot to throw the petals.

We grew up, married and went our separate ways. My parents, aunts, uncles, and most of my cousins succumbed to the inevitable.

Time has scattered the rest of us to the wind. Fewer invitations, cards, or even texts are sent.
Recently I learned of Marshall’s passing—in a Facebook post.

• Mishpocha is Yiddish for family. L’chaim! To Life!