My life was pretty much transformed when I met the Mac. I discovered technology I could relate to the year the Mac was born, when the two halves of my brain were finally united in a Macintosh 128K.
Yesterday, I learned of Steve Jobs’ death while sitting at my generations improved Mac, watching a Twitter feed. The irony was not lost on me that I learned of his death on a device he inspired. So many of us were likely to have experienced just that.
I knew his death was inevitable, but I was surprised at how hard it was to take. I stopped working at 4:43 Pacific Time on October 5, when I realized that first Tweet I saw was true.
- Friends said they cried - for the first time - at the passing of a CEO. I know!
- News and blog coverage has been consistent in personal remembrances. I’ve been moved to blog for the first time in a month!
- His impact, while it will continue to be felt for years, is already feeling too small. What would even ten more years have offered him? Us?
In true Apple fashion, their home page tribute to him is actually something I captured for posterity:
And Google and Amazon have honored him as well, today, each in their own ways.
Inspirational. Creative. A champion of simplicity.
Thank you for your extreme leadership. Rest in peace.