We are all lucky to have lived in his lifetime, and he lives in each of us.
When I first read the news of Steve Jobs’ passing, it was a couple hours after the news had started spreading on Facebook and the tech blogs. I had been very busy putting together graphics on my iMac. I touched the NYTimes App button on the iPad to see what the headline was. For some reason, that helped make the reality more real.
My chest is welling with sorrow as I write, because no person I know, and no person I have never known, has had such an impact upon me. Perhaps Carl Sagan. Perhaps Galileo. These are people who touch me.
This is a farewell, but it is also a chance for me to share, in whatever inadequate words I can put to the screen, the very warmest wishes and deepest gladness I feel for being privileged to live in the World of Steve. Whatever vision he has given us, he must certainly have been a very beautiful man, as well. No person can put the ding in the Universe the way he did without being so.
When I described, once, how I felt about Apple products, after becoming a believer, I told a colleague, “When I sit in front of a PC, I sigh. When I sit in front of a Mac, I smile.” Anyone who makes people feel this good about themselves must surely be good.
Steve Jobs has given so much to our very civilization, there is simply no way to put his impact into proper perspective. I shall, then, merely say I am proud to have lived when he lived. I shall have the honor of boasting I was there when the tech revolution happened.
Thank you, Steve. Farewell.