I lost one of my dearest friends.
My first true peer as a programmer, who shared my surprise in 1999 when we learned that pair programming and refactoring were unconventional to other people.
A true Linchpin who always valued making a difference over being nice.
He continually coached me on developments in my work and private life, being my mirror, offering relentless feedback.
A true pragmatist if ever there was one.
With a hide like a bear and a heart like a mountain, cynical, gruff, yet witty, and honest.
Programming was his true passion. He passed away in front of his computer, code on the screen, while he did what he loved most.
He’ll continue doing it, having angels as customers.
My heart goes out to his spouse and his daughters, who found him yesterday morning, looking fast asleep.
Program in peace, my friend. You met the one, true Change Agent. He’ll have greeted you the pragmatic, the Discworld way:
“THERE’S NO JUSTICE. THERE’S JUST ME.”
No number of Whys will yield an answer.
And now that it’s written down, the realisation sets in, and finally, I can begin to cry.