Steve Jobs died on October 5th. I can't express how sad I am in his passing. I'm fortunate to have not yet lost a parent but if I had I imagine it would feel like this. Every once in a while a great person comes to pass and if you're lucky you are alive during his or her time. I feel very fortunate not only to have been alive but to have seen him in person and worked at his company early on when he was just making his comeback to Apple. Rest In Peace, Steve.
I'm trying to think about why I feel so sad about it. Steve was the patron saint of awesome. The definition of a guy who crushed it before that was a term. And, while he was alive, we all hoped that we might distract him away from Apple to shine his light on other problems that plagued humanity.
When Steve died, my hope that somebody would fix the car industry, healthcare, government, and the environment simultaneously went up in flames. It might be selfish but that's part of the reason why I'm so inconsolable right now.