I’ve read this many times since it appeared earlier today. Shed a tear or two.
A sister’s eulogy for Steve Jobs. Sublime. Haunting. Heartbreaking.
He was never embarrassed about working hard, even if the results were failures.
He was willing to be misunderstood.
Novelty was not Steve’s highest value. Beauty was.
His philosophy of aesthetics reminds me of a quote that went something like this: “Fashion is what seems beautiful now but looks ugly later; art can be ugly at first but it becomes beautiful later.”
Steve always aspired to make beautiful later.
Love was his supreme virtue, his god of gods.
He believed that love happened all the time, everywhere. In that most important way, Steve was never ironic, never cynical, never pessimistic.
Life & Death.
None of us knows for certain how long we’ll be here.
We all — in the end — die in medias res. In the middle of a story. Of many stories.
What I learned from my brother’s death was that character is essential: What he was, was how he died.
Before embarking, he’d looked at his sister Patty, then for a long time at his children, then at his life’s partner, Laurene, and then over their shoulders past them.
Steve’s final words were:
OH WOW. OH WOW. OH WOW.