Interview: Zuckerberg's Sister Says to Log off
Here is my summary. "Take breaks to invest in yourself and your idea."
Interview: Zuckerberg's Sister Says to Log off
Article: What Mom left behind (CNN)
Article: What Mom left behind by Jennifer Loeber
A photo blog from CNN I found on Mother's Day weekend in United States. It reminds me of what it felt like when my sister and I sorting through our Mom's belongings, clothes, books and old photos after she passed away. We read letters from her friends back in her college year. (I wish writing letter is still popular these days. It is much more personal than writing email. Can you tell I like looking through those old postcards at a flee market?)
There are times that I wish I didn't think too much about what was or was not appropriate to ask her. My mom was a lady of few words. I would have asked her to tell us much more about what her life was like (even though she might have said no) or what she was like growing up and what it took to be where she was. Or simple little things
The other day I was invited to join a dinner and my friend's mom told us about how she organized her stamp collection or how her baby eagle "Flopsie" from a webcam from North Carolina was doing.
I am sure my mom would have some stories like those to tell us.
At least I was glad that our mom & daughter relationship had improved so much from my teenager year. She definitely was my best best friend.
If you still have a mom I do hope that you find a great and memorable time to share even though things are rough. Think she is a human just like us after all. She has all these emotion and feeling just like we do. The special thing she is our mom and without her we won't exist and experience all the joy in the world today.
A photo blog from CNN I found on Mother's Day weekend in United States. It reminds me of what it felt like when my sister and I sorting through our Mom's belongings, clothes, books and old photos after she passed away. We read letters from her friends back in her college year. (I wish writing letter is still popular these days. It is much more personal than writing email. Can you tell I like looking through those old postcards at a flee market?)
There are times that I wish I didn't think too much about what was or was not appropriate to ask her. My mom was a lady of few words. I would have asked her to tell us much more about what her life was like (even though she might have said no) or what she was like growing up and what it took to be where she was. Or simple little things
The other day I was invited to join a dinner and my friend's mom told us about how she organized her stamp collection or how her baby eagle "Flopsie" from a webcam from North Carolina was doing.
I am sure my mom would have some stories like those to tell us.
At least I was glad that our mom & daughter relationship had improved so much from my teenager year. She definitely was my best best friend.
If you still have a mom I do hope that you find a great and memorable time to share even though things are rough. Think she is a human just like us after all. She has all these emotion and feeling just like we do. The special thing she is our mom and without her we won't exist and experience all the joy in the world today.
Article: Those with ALS redefine what it means to be alive
I come across this story on CNN today. And it just reminds me of my dad during his last week.
"-- With the tap of a toe or the blink of an eye, those with ALS are redefining what it means to be alive.
Just a year and a half ago, my mother, Myrna Malveaux, 69, was healthy. Our family's matriarch, she was the one who was the life of the party, the trusted confidante but town crier of all family secrets, the glue that held my father, me, and my three siblings together.
When I was told she had ALS I honestly didn't know what it was. But then my sister described it to me over the phone and I had to pull over the car. It's a fatal, fast-moving neuromuscular disease that would paralyze my mother limb by limb. First robbing her of her ability to swallow, then speak, move and breathe.
When that reality set in, I spent many nights in my home, crying on the floor. What enabled me to get up was that my mother accepted her fate with a strength and grace I'd never seen before. In anyone.
When she began choking on her food, losing her ability to swallow, she got a feeding tube.
When she lost her ability to walk, she got a motorized wheelchair.
When she could no longer speak, she picked up a word board and started spelling out her conversations, still telling my father what to do.
And finally when she lost her ability to breathe, she got a tracheotomy and ventilator to stay alive.
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My mother smiles when she sees her grandchildren, her eyes light up when you walk in the door, she relaxes when the sun shines on her face. These days our family is just about hanging out."