I’ve hesitated to write about Steve Jobs because the whole world is. I happen to live somewhat close to him. In the final days I’d drive by his charming two-story tudor house when I ran errands in Palo Alto. One day about five days before his passing was announced, all the windows of the second story were open. A check of the surrounding cars gave away the fact he was there—his Mercedes, which he got replaced every six months so he didn’t have to display a license plate; the security car with two guys watching the house and two streets twenty-four seven; a Porsche SUV with TECHDOC plates, probably his doctor; and a few other cars, but not too many. I felt a wave of sorrow as I passed by those wide-open windows, but a sense of propriety as well.
What brings me to write about it is what his sister, Mona Simpson, said at his funeral, especially about Steve’s interest in love as the overpowering force in life. Here’s a quote:
“Steve was like a girl in the amount of time he spent talking about love. Love was his supreme virtue, his god of gods. He tracked and worried about the romantic lives of the people working with him,” [his sister Mona Simpson] said. The mention of the romantic lives of the people working with him was only listed on the ABC report, the others cut it, but it takes the notion of love out of the realm of the speculative and imagined and brings it down to earth.
The quote that has received most play, of course, are his last words, “[Mona Simpson] concluded her eulogy by sharing Jobs’ final moments, which were spent staring lovingly at his family, and his final three monosyllabic words as he stared into the distance past their shoulders: “OH WOW. OH WOW. OH WOW.”
Both are contained in the ABC article: http://abcnews.go.com/blogs/headlines/2011/10/steve-jobs-final-words-shared-in-sisters-eulogy/
Causes Kevin Arnold Supports
Poetry Center San Jose, East Palo Alto Police Activities League (EPA PAL), Squaw Valley Community of Writers, Yale Writing Conference, Gold Rush Writers