There is a simple truth that one is forced to face in life, over and over. If one grew up idolizing someone, one must also face the day that person leaves this world. It is the inevitable law of the flesh. Today, it was announced that Stan Lee, the father of so many iconic characters that grace our lives, has passed away at 95 years old. Stan Lee was one such individual that I knew, unquestionably, that I would outlive. But I never wanted to see today come. I never entertained the thought.
Stan Lee is responsible for so much of so many people's childhoods, both father and host of the realm whrre we could cast forth our imaginations. He also worked his way into the hearts of the uninitiated, becoming an icon of superhero films with his ever-present cameos. I will miss seeing his face and hearing his voice on screen. It was always such a treat to see him take on the guise of a mild-mannered bus driver, a random passerby, or Oatu the Watcher himself in the case of Guardians of the Galaxy.
For a man of his cast accomplishments to live to such an age, 95 years, is a feat, a privilege, and a joy. Nearly a century on this earth to accomplish so much and capture the hearts of the world's children and adults alike, Stan Lee struck me as a man who knew how to play upon the energy of life. He did not know it when he started out, but by his own telling he found such importance in entertainment and its place in society. It drove him to create and imagine, and in an age where imagination is waning so harshly, his influence will leave a terrible void in us all.
Thank you Stan Lee for everything you've done for us. You sir, were a hero and an inspiration. May you find peace in whatever form you take.