My dad bought a Mac not long after they first came out. I don't believe we had a computer prior to that...I recall going to my dad's office and playing Othello on this giant mainframe computer the size of two rooms while the screen I was playing on was maybe 5"x 5"...but - even if not the first "word processor" our family owned - we've never had anything other than Macs ever since that first. Dad loved (and still loves) his Apples.
The furthest thing from an extravagant man or a spendthrift, he'd wear his shoes until part of his foot was sticking out through the holes in the sole. He'd wear literal holes in his pants and patch them and then let those wear through before throwing the pants out. Mom would have to conduct a covert operation in order to successfullly throw out his worn out underwear, undershirts and socks: taking them to the dump when he was at work, lest he come back and find them gone and pull them from the garbage can (Side note: I worry sometimes that he's a hoarder who's only saved from his hoarding tendencies by living with Mom.).
Still? He never failed to splurge on the latest Mac. Maybe not the latest latest, but we've always had current models - multiple, in fact! - that he kept/keeps meticulously up-to-date.
It's too late to call him tonight, now that I've heard the news, but I wonder how he's taking it. He's not particularly sentimental or emotional...nor is he one to show adulation, but...if anyone?...I bet Steve Jobs' death is taking some toll on him tonight.