I read today that Steve Jobs’ sister Mona Simpson’s gave a eulogy that was the celebration of a brother she knew only later in life, and a lament of losing a best friend. She is a writer and her words told the story of what she believed were the foundations of Jobs’ genius: his humility and hard work, his love of learning and his family. The full eulogy has been published in the New York Times.
“I want to tell you a few things I learned from Steve, during three distinct periods, over the 27 years I knew him,” said Simpson in her eulogy. “They’re not periods of years, but of states of being. His full life. His illness. His dying.”
“Even as a feminist, my whole life I’d been waiting for a man to love, who could love me. For decades, I’d thought that man would be my father. When I was 25, I met that man and he was my brother,” Simpson said
Very touching was the story she shared about his love for his wife Laurene and for his children. Simpson said, “He believed that love happened all the time, everywhere. In that most important way, Steve was never ironic, never cynical, never pessimistic. I try to learn from that, still”.
None of us knows for certain how long we’ll be here. On Steve’s better days, even in the last year, he embarked upon projects and elicited promises from his friends at Apple to finish them. Some boat builders in the Netherlands have a gorgeous stainless steel hull ready to be covered with the finishing wood. His three daughters remain unmarried, his two youngest still girls, and he’d wanted to walk them down the aisle as he’d walked me the day of my wedding.
This is what I learned: he was working at this, too. Death didn’t happen to Steve, he achieved it. He told me, when he was saying goodbye and telling me he was sorry, so sorry we wouldn’t be able to be old together as we’d always planned, that he was going to a better place.
She also wrote of Steve that he was humble. That’s hopeful I think for other ridiculously rich folks out there to realize. Hopefully before it’s too late.
Steve’s final words were: OH WOW. OH WOW. OH WOW. I wonder what he saw that brought such excitement. Was it even excitement? Was he surprised? I’d like to imagine he was happy and at peace. I know Steve wasn’t Catholic and I won’t go into whether or not he’s in Heaven. I wrote this because I was wondering what I would say on my deathbed. I hope I would say “thank you” to those that were with me. I’d like to say “thank you” to God for giving me life and for all of the blessings I’ve had in my life. Maybe I’d say “Oh, Wow” too. “Oh, Wow” because I was able to finally see God’s face and He was bringing me home!
What do you think you’d say? What do you hope you would say? Let me know, I’d love to hear from you.
God Bless You!