Dear Mr. Jobs,

I am really sorry to hear that you are sick. I thought of you yesterday morning as my daughters sat nestled together on the sofa doing puzzles – one on the i-Pad the other on an i-phone. As I thought of you, gosh dang it, I got teary! I am sad that you are sick. I really am.

You are a genius person. You have a bazillion dollars. You only wear a black half turtle neck, blue jeans and sneakers (if we were friends and I had guts I might ask you what this is all about), you have come up with some amazing gadgets that have revolutionized the world we live in, you bought Pixar and helped make it what it is.

AND

You are a man. A human being with a soul. In some amazing, miraculous way we belong to each other, because like me, we are both God’s children. I think as I watched my daughters I thought of you as my brother who is sick. And in my heart I wished the following things for you:

that you will get better, that while you are sick someone who really loves you will take good care of you, and that you can be brave and strong.

Love,

Liza

P.S. When you get better and come up with lots of other groovy stuff we promise to buy it and keep on crushing on it. (How about that for an incentive to get well!?)

I leave you with a photo of Millie holding the i-Phone pinata that she and I made for her dad for Father’s day.  As she was coming up with the perfect thing to give her Apple loving dad for father’s day she came up with this…. Totally her idea!

If you get bored in the hospital, let us know and we’ll send you one! Sometimes when it seems as though life is beating you up it can feel good to hit something really hard, repeatedly. Furthermore, it is even better when, after hitting said object, your favorite treats fall out of it. It is genius. And being one yourself, I am sure you can appreciate genius when you encounter it.