I woke in the evening to go to my third-shift job and, as usual, rolled over in bed to read my Twitter feed before getting up. Halfway through it, I walked over to my computer so I could confirm the news through a more legitimate source.
Half an hour later, when my wife came out and curled up next to me where I was sitting in our living room, I told her, “Steve Jobs died.”
12 months later, I still got a little choked up watching this tribute to one of the greatest creative minds in history.