That last line of the tearful little boy, Barry, in Close Encounters of the Third Kind, seems appropriate for me.
I always thought Steve Jobs was handsome. I always thought he was witty. I always thought he was charming. I always thought he had a grand sense of humor. I always thought him a mild mannered genius. I always thought there was an aura about him that everyone seemed to "GROK" in fullness.
I also thought that he would live, if not forever, at least to a ripe old age after sharing the fruits of his amazing imagination and talent with the world. I was wrong. From all I have read, we were all wrong. Being wrong is no fun.
bye...
And so it goes.
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