Tuesday, 1 November 2011

"OH WOW. OH WOW. OH WOW."

They are the last words of Steve Jobs, as written by his sister's Eulogy.
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It's not often I read something on the internet as moving as what she's written there. She describes what it was like being with him until the end. It was such a reminder of what it's like to be one of those to do that with someone as they die. Death is so final, so heart-wrenching, and yet in some ways so beautiful. 

The beauty of our expression of love for each other in those last days and hours. As we walk together near the end, we become bonded closely in this mutual love. We're both there for each other, and we feel each others pain. We stay with them to help them in their final journey, and they are grateful for our company and compassion.

And finally, we both arrive. We're the closest we've ever been. Our love so strong as to be almost sacred. We both understand each other completely. But now we must say goodbye. 

Such as it was for me and my wife. I felt her go as she left this world. We were so close it was like I almost had a taste of wherever it was she went; somewhere very peaceful and beautiful. It was like she took part of me with her. But I couldn't follow her any further. Our journey together was over, for now at least....

Death is something much thought about by HIV+ people. Suddenly we realise our mortality and are forced to consider our own end. Something Job's sister wrote really stuck with me:

 We all — in the end — die in medias res. In the middle of a story. Of many stories.

And so it will be for me. One day I too will be taking that final journey. And as with everyone else, death will come in the middle of my story. If I'm still writing this blog, I promise to include all of you in that journey. And I'll bid you farewell at the end. 

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