This write-up (by Jobs’ sister) still moves me, just as it did when I first read it, and each time I go back to it.
Intubated, when he couldn’t talk, he asked for a notepad. He sketched devices to hold an iPad in a hospital bed. He designed new fluid monitors and x-ray equipment. He redrew that not-quite-special-enough hospital unit. And every time his wife walked into the room, I watched his smile remake itself on his face.
‘Death didn’t happen to Steve, he achieved it.’