This blog is a result of my painful yet inspirational trip to the US during the coronavirus epidemic in the summer of 2020. My mother was having a major medical procedure and she needed my help. Thankfully the surgery went smoothly, and while her recovery was painful to watch, she was making consistent progress and getting stronger day by day.
During the course of her recovery, we talked. She talked mostly. She is a storyteller. While she repeated many stories from her heart and about her life, many new stories surfaced. And I wondered, who will remember her stories? My kids barely know her. My son was born in HK, and sees his grandma once a year. My daughter left the US when she was 4. Who will tell them and their kids grandma's story? Who will remember her when I am no longer around? And who will tell my story when I am not around? Hence, the birth of this blog. People leave us, but stories remain for us to help us remember our loved ones.
And as my brilliant friend Arcadia predicted, it's been therapeutic. I cried and laughed writing this. And heck, I have plenty of time during my two weeks quarantine which will probably be the only time in my life when I am completely relieved of parental responsibilities, and I can focus on what I want to do.
I want to share my stories with you in the hopes that my anecdotes will resonate with your life experiences, the joys, triumphs, failures, and challenges, and I hope you will find extraordinary meaning in the mundane and the quotidian as I did writing this.....
I hope my blog will serve as a source of inspiration for your family to travel to slightly hidden and stunning places that may not be in your bucket list yet. I also hope my blog will also inspire you to write your stories for future generations. As Margaret Atwood wrote, "In the end, We'll all become stories".
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