I never met you. We never shook hands or looked each other in the eye. I never stood in your presence, though I often wondered what it would be like. You were my boss’s boss’s boss’s boss. Because of you, I am a Mac. And the debt I owe to you can never be repaid. Thank you so much for being so many things to my family: an employer, a crazy uncle that always brought me the coolest toys, a man who changed the world. You will be missed, old friend. Whatever world follows this one, I know they are happy to have a man of your gifts in it, even as we mourn your passing from this one.
Thank you for everything. Rest now, and be at peace.
Jared Cash
Mac Genius emeritus
