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.
We all — in the end — die in medias res. In the middle of a story. Of many stories.
Moving. Heartbreaking. Beautiful. Inspirational.
In addition to the subject matter, the writing in this piece is simply superb. I don’t know Mona Simpson’s work, but I intend to seek some of it out now. If it’s anything like this piece, I ‘m not sure I’ll care what the subject is. It’s that good. Something to aspire to.