Steve Jobs has died. He was
fifty-six. Some of us don’t live
such long lives. My dad lived
only sixty-nine years. Sometimes children die,
often bravely. Teenagers die, sometimes foolishly.
Then there are writers who malign
people after they’re dead. ‘Jobs was
a jerk,’ some would write if
it garnered ten more comments. They
would probably write the same about
my sweet dad for the same
small payoff. Yeah, so Steve Jobs
had fifty-six years. My dad had
just sixty-nine and he is gone.
Pass the gin and shut up.
by Thomas Wigington