Skip to comments.A Sisterís Eulogy for Steve Jobs
Posted on 10/30/2011 8:09:41 PM PDT by ProtectOurFreedom
I grew up as an only child, with a single mother. Because we were poor and because I knew my father had emigrated from Syria, I imagined he looked like Omar Sharif. I hoped he would be rich and kind and would come into our lives (and our not yet furnished apartment) and help us. Later, after Id met my father, I tried to believe hed changed his number and left no forwarding address because he was an idealistic revolutionary, plotting a new world for the Arab people. Related
Even as a feminist, my whole life Id been waiting for a man to love, who could love me. For decades, Id thought that man would be my father. When I was 25, I met that man and he was my brother.
By then, I lived in New York, where I was trying to write my first novel. I had a job at a small magazine in an office the size of a closet, with three other aspiring writers. When one day a lawyer called me me, the middle-class girl from California who hassled the boss to buy us health insurance and said his client was rich and famous and was my long-lost brother, the young editors went wild. This was 1985 and we worked at a cutting-edge literary magazine, but Id fallen into the plot of a Dickens novel and really, we all loved those best. The lawyer refused to tell me my brothers name and my colleagues started a betting pool. The leading candidate: John Travolta. I secretly hoped for a literary descendant of Henry James someone more talented than I, someone brilliant without even trying.
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Hard to read this eulogy without your tears welling up.
Paging Rod Serling, Rod Serling, please pick up the white courtesy phone...
He went through 67 nurses?
He was a brilliant man.
I only say that as a dope who loves his technological superiority.
Rest in Peace.
What a beautiful glimpse into the life of a very private person.
Yes, it is. Thank you for posting this.