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my cousin Margaret, just around the corner from her apartment on W. 92nd Street and Riverside Drive in New York City, 1946.

me at the same location, 60 years later.

Not that I knew it was the last time we would see each other, but when we last said goodbye, my cousin Margaret and I hugged just a little longer than usual. We lingered at the front door a little longer as well, and when I walked down the stairs to the car, we continued talking and she waited until I was in the car before she closed her front door.

There was a certain finality with this goodbye.

Margaret passed away on Monday, and she is going to be so missed.