Every so often in our lifetime, someone passes who you feel for and begin to miss, although you did not know the person in a personal sense.

I first felt that way with President John F Kennedy even though I was only 13 at the time of his death. I felt the same when my friends Bon Hasbullah and Mustaffa Awang were killed in a helicopter crash. It was the similar feelings for Mother Teresa and Pope John Paul. Now, I feel the same way for Steven Jobs.