wow this is really poignant. annoyingly you cannot link to individual ones, but #21 of #154:
> In this photograph, I am sitting with my daughter and singing to her. It is the winter of 2008 and she is dying. We are gathered in our home in Amherst, Massachusetts. Her Dad, her caregivers, our friends and minister are present. Someone brings her Macbook to her so that her Grandpa and Grandma in Malaysia can see her through skype. Another friend holds our iPhone close-by so that my sister in Australia can listen in. The whole world is with her, in her bedroom, in those days before she died, connected in love and prayers and through this amazing technology.
> I had not looked at this photograph since she died - but I searched for it after the news of Steve Jobs' death, remembering this most precious moment in time when we were all together (and a Macbook and iPhone helped bring us a little closer).
> Thank you for being a part of our lives, Steve Jobs.
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[ 3.9 ms ] story [ 15.0 ms ] thread> In this photograph, I am sitting with my daughter and singing to her. It is the winter of 2008 and she is dying. We are gathered in our home in Amherst, Massachusetts. Her Dad, her caregivers, our friends and minister are present. Someone brings her Macbook to her so that her Grandpa and Grandma in Malaysia can see her through skype. Another friend holds our iPhone close-by so that my sister in Australia can listen in. The whole world is with her, in her bedroom, in those days before she died, connected in love and prayers and through this amazing technology.
> I had not looked at this photograph since she died - but I searched for it after the news of Steve Jobs' death, remembering this most precious moment in time when we were all together (and a Macbook and iPhone helped bring us a little closer).
> Thank you for being a part of our lives, Steve Jobs.