Nora Ephron, as remembered by her son

This week the New York Times ran a brave and beautiful remembrance of Nora Ephron by her son Jacob Bernstein. It must have been really hard to write. One wonderful passage–of many—was...

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Another thing she requested was a pineapple milkshake, so Max brought one from Emack and Bolio’s, made from fresh pineapple. But as far as my mother was concerned, a milkshake is one thing that’s actually better with crushed pineapple. Dole.

“When I get out of the hospital, I’m going to go home and I’m going to make a pineapple milkshake with crushed pineapple, pineapple juice and vanilla ice cream, and I’m going to drink it and I’m going to die,” she said, savoring the last word. “It’s going to be great.”

On this day, I told her some things. After she moved to her bed, I said that sometimes, I thought of the possibility of her not being around and wondered if I’d ever be able to write again. If I’d even want to. And she told me that I would, that I would find it within me, and that whatever happened, she hoped my brother and I would lead the kind of lives where we did stuff big enough to occasionally say, “Wow, I wish Mom was around for this.”

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Read Jacob's full story here. It's really beautiful.
(Top photos by Elena Seibert; bottom photo of Nora with her sons—Jacob on the left—via the New York Times)