Just shows that no matter how smart, how rich or how much influence you have, when your number’s up, it’s up. Reminds me of the old question, “When you look back upon your life, do you remember the things you bought or the things you DID?” Hope ol’ Steve (same age as yours truly) did everything he wanted to do before his number came up. RIP Jobs.
True enough, Larry. You, me, old Steve, and O’Grady are within about a year of each other in trips around the Sun. Its not the stuff I remember, but what I did with my life.
Watching him physically decline over the last few years was tough, but his spirit seemed to stay strong. That’s what counts. I had to take my dad to the nursing home yesterday after knee replacement because my mother can’t handle him. Dementia has really taken it toll after the surgery. He said he just wants to die. Once the spirit goes………….
Boz
I can relate personally to that – wife’s father faded out over about 3 years with Parkinson’s. Every visit he would ask where his wife was again(deceased). All you can do is be strong for the family. Bless ya, man..
Boz, Swell, my sympathies. Been there myself, as Demon Rum got Dad and Alzheimer’s got Mom. The old pilot crashed quickly, but boy, was Mom’s exit ever an unlovely experience.
Happily, she was a smart money manager before the disease hit and had laid enough aside to pay for her own care when it became necessary to put her in Namaste, an Alzheimer’s center here in Bibleburg. And she didn’t linger long; even had a moment of clarity about two weeks before she died, recognizing me and my sister and having a brief, halting conversation.
Too late I learned that the way to deal with dementia is to roll with it. I was always trying to lead Mom back to the real world and it drove us both batshit.
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So sad. Such a loss to his family foremost. And to the rest of the world, regarded widely as a corporate innovator not to be beat among his peers.
Sad day. Bon voyage, Steve Jobs.
The effect he has had on the world is immeasurable. He obviously did what he wanted to right up to the end. Amazing!
Not a happy day for this long time Apple fan. 😦
Ironically this old Apple commercial really summed it all up – – the difference that Steve Jobs made in a cookie-cutter world.
That put tears in my eyes, Sharon. Thank you. Boy, the good really do die young.
Just shows that no matter how smart, how rich or how much influence you have, when your number’s up, it’s up. Reminds me of the old question, “When you look back upon your life, do you remember the things you bought or the things you DID?” Hope ol’ Steve (same age as yours truly) did everything he wanted to do before his number came up. RIP Jobs.
True enough, Larry. You, me, old Steve, and O’Grady are within about a year of each other in trips around the Sun. Its not the stuff I remember, but what I did with my life.
Only 56. Of course, he lived more in his 56 than most folks live in 90. But still. Yet another reminder to live every day like it could be your last.
Yes indeedy, Steve. If you live every day as though it would be your last, one day you’re certain to be right. So I’ll be right once in my life.
And hey, lookit me! I did something Steve Jobs couldn’t — made it to 57. Winning!
Watching him physically decline over the last few years was tough, but his spirit seemed to stay strong. That’s what counts. I had to take my dad to the nursing home yesterday after knee replacement because my mother can’t handle him. Dementia has really taken it toll after the surgery. He said he just wants to die. Once the spirit goes………….
Boz
I can relate personally to that – wife’s father faded out over about 3 years with Parkinson’s. Every visit he would ask where his wife was again(deceased). All you can do is be strong for the family. Bless ya, man..
Boz, Swell, my sympathies. Been there myself, as Demon Rum got Dad and Alzheimer’s got Mom. The old pilot crashed quickly, but boy, was Mom’s exit ever an unlovely experience.
Happily, she was a smart money manager before the disease hit and had laid enough aside to pay for her own care when it became necessary to put her in Namaste, an Alzheimer’s center here in Bibleburg. And she didn’t linger long; even had a moment of clarity about two weeks before she died, recognizing me and my sister and having a brief, halting conversation.
Too late I learned that the way to deal with dementia is to roll with it. I was always trying to lead Mom back to the real world and it drove us both batshit.