Droid, I only knew you for 15 short months but we shared some special times and you will be missed.

Remember the first time I rooted you?  And how about the time you introduced me to the magic of flinging birds at spherical porcine adversaries?  And how about when we went to Disney World and you told me exactly how long the wait was for each ride?  Good times, my friend.  Good times.

Well, it’s over now.  Sorry for accidentally killing you.  It came about suddenly, without warning, and now I am left with nothing but a Blackberry until your successor comes along.

Some remembrances from friends:

“You should get an iPhone.” (Upon learning Droid was dead)

“What the hell was that?” (following “Droooid!” ringtone in conference room meeting)

“You love your Droid more than you love me!” (said by child after not allowing him candy for dinner.  Droid could have candy for dinner.)

Fare thee well, Motorola Droid A855.  It was nice knowing you.