R.I.P. my first little mac.

Well, it's official. After nearly 8 long and wonderful years together my very first Mac has died.

He was my first, the one who successfully and passionately converted me from PC, and he has been there with me from design-school to marriage, to moving across the country and then moving across the world. I have written this corny poem in loving memory of him, my first little Mac.

Goodbye my first little Mac.
by andrea dahm

I will miss you my first little Mac, 
once I left PC I never looked back.


All through design school 
you were the best little tool.


The hours we spent together 
could be described as forever.


Till all hours of the night, 
you never put up a fight. 


You were with me so many years, 
through the laughter and the tears.


You fought and lived on and on,
when all other laptops were long dead and gone.


But now I must put you to rest, 
comforted in knowing you were the best.


So, goodbye my first little Mac.