T H E  N E W S : I picked up the information from Twitter: #SteveJobsdead. I scooted over to a news site and found more info. I was stunned. Yes, I knew who he was; yes I knew what he had invented. And yes I knew he was seriously ill. So why the shock? As a human being, I, like so many of us often seek to believe harsh realities will not occur. Death will not happen. There will be a miracle. This while loudly protesting there are no more miracles. I don’t agree with that, but that’s another post.

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I read the Tweets, I watched as the witty iSad tributes began to show up on Facebook. I heard the interviews with people important in his life. Though not his wife or children. I found a greater respect for the man Steve Jobs, as I heard a little more about his commitment to his family. I felt sad for his family.

Then I read ‘Over the Top’ which stopped me in my tracks. I felt a little sadder. I felt misunderstood. Then came ‘iThink it’s a bit much’


I stopped reading after that, and began thinking. I thought about the 1st Public Death I could recall. I came up with the assassination of President John F Kennedy. Then Martin Luther King, Robert Kennedy. John Kennedy Junior, to a lesser extent. Of course his mother, the stylish Jackie O. I jumped forward to the death of Diana of Wales. Mother Teresa. And then on to this recent demise from the world stage.

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I was a young child standing in a vegetable garden with my mother when someone, perhaps my father called out the news, ostensibly from a BBC radio newsflash, as there is no other way we could have been informed about the American President being shot. It was 1963. Communication as we know it now did not exist. As media coverage grew so we were quickly informed about such world events. A few years later I began to feel the absence of certain people from the world. I recall saying to my mother the world felt strange without Walt Disney in it.

I watched on TV via satellite the coverage of the events in Paris that fateful night in 1997. It seemed unbelievable. Most of us never met Diana, never saw her in real life and certainly didn’t know her. And yet we felt connected to her. Later that week I received a flower arrangement from my mother with a note expressing her love for me. That was the lesson of Diana: don’t leave things undone, do not fail to say…

Which brings us back to Steve Jobs. What if all that he has given us in the terms of the iWorld is all he had to give? What if there was simply no more? It is enough, isn’t it? I mean really, for one man’s vision to have had such impact across the world, it is enough. But his work is not diminished by being enough.


Consider this; amongst the tears of sorrow might there be tears of gratitude. I have in my family some small people whose ages are as yet measured in single digits. I watch them use an iPad with dexterity and confidence. I watch them enquire, learn and discover. I had been amazed at the 12 month using an iPhone; I look on in wonder as the now 16 month old navigates comfortably through an iPad world.

And I feel gratitude. Yes, I am grateful for a man who could envision such things. For the confidence to make his vision real; for the power of creativity he has put in the hands of the world’s children.

If therefore we who see, and feel this gratitude wish to grieve, place flowers, write tributes or whatever, would the rest of you just simply turn away, and allow us to.

For many of us, the most important word in this Smart world is  iCare.  

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