Experiencing The Death of Elvis: Another Childhood Tragedy
I read about the death of Steve Jobs five minutes before everyone else did at work on Wednesday, October 5, 2011. As a PC technician doing a Windows 7 refresh at a Fortune 500 technology company in Silicon Valley, I was waiting for the data transfer from the old computer to the new computer to complete before I moved on to my next task. Sitting in the chair of the user whom I ejected out of his cube, I turned to the laptop on my cart and, seeing no work-related emails that required my immediate attention, started browsing the Internet. MacRumors reported the death of Steve Jobs via the Associated Press announcement and that more details were forthcoming. Unlike the false report a month before that appeared on the CBS Twitter feed, this one looked like the real deal. An immense feeling of sadness overcame me, but not that of mourning for a technology visionary. I felt like I was experiencing the death of Elvis Presley all over again, shuddering at the thought of another childhood tragedy in the making.
This 3,230-word personal essay is about remembering a mother's reaction to the death of Elvis.
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