I could never have guessed that walking into my 4th-grade classroom at Lady of Mount Carmel in Astoria, Queens, I would meet a lifelong friend, but 77 years later, Gerry and I have shared a friendship that spanned decades. Between weddings and children and grandchildren, we may have been separated by geography, but our bond was inseparable. We would see each other through the years for different events - from our annual “cousins Christmas party” that Gerry and Al never missed (often navigating blizzards to get there!) to trips to New Jersey for special occasions - we always found time to see one another. Of course, long after everyone would fall asleep, we would still be chatting and sipping the last of our Manhattans! Between visits, we would never lose touch. Our phone calls were legendary – often lasting hours (just ask our children, who would constantly pester us to get off so they could use the phone), but despite the length, we always hung up feeling like we had more to share. And whenever that next call came, we picked right up where we left off. It has been said that one is lucky to have friends at every stage of life, but I can’t believe how truly blessed I was that I had the same one throughout mine. Gerry was there for every milestone in my life, sharing my happiness or providing comfort in difficult times, and through it all, her love and laughter made it better. She always ended our calls by saying, “ I love our chats.” Well, my dear friend, keep a Manhattan on the rocks for me, and when I join you, we will pick up right where we left off! Love, Barbara