As I was driving home from Starbuck’s to get a coffee because I needed one-I had just spent the first 2 1/2 hours of my morning with a classroom full of First Graders-some on the ball, many not so much-I was thinking I also really needed to write a blog post today. I need to write something meaningful rather than just about my kids or my family. But all that ever comes to mind is my family! Probably because I spend a lot of time with them right now-now that I can.
The first email I open when I get home is one from my husband. He only sends me good ones. I have a hard time weeding out all the, well, crap, on the internet so I love how he filters it for me. I am in info overload most of the time. And there it was, just what I need to read:
“He didn’t favor trends or gimmicks. He liked people his own age.
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.
He was willing to be misunderstood.”
Steve Jobs of course. He has given us so much beauty-and inspired so many to stick to their dreams and their passion to achieve beauty for beauty’s sake; to listen to their own personal will and to have a strong work ethic. Thanks to him, our world is elevated to a different place, a more wonderful place.
“But with that will, that work ethic, that strength, there was also sweet Steve’s capacity for wonderment, the artist’s belief in the ideal, the still more beautiful later.
Steve’s final words, hours earlier, were monosyllables, repeated three times.
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.”
Read the entire eulogy by Steve’s sister, Mona Simpson here.
And then the next message I read today was from a life-long friend letting me know that his mom passed away last night. A woman who taught me how to bake gingerbread cookies, spell Christmas and other important childhood things.
We don’t know when we are going to go. We don’t know when our loved ones are going to go. I am reminded daily that I need to cherish my time with my family and dear friends and appreciate the beauty that is around me. I criticize my photography because it’s only about being beautiful and not much else. Just showing the beauty of life with family and friends. So apparently that’s what is important to me. And I am learning to be not ashamed of that-even if I am misunderstood sometimes.