Stan Lee.
God. Where do I begin.
I can’t believe we’ve lost such a legend. And I don’t say ‘legend’ with the sarcastic connotation it seems to have now, but I mean the true meaning of legend like you see in history books and fables in English class. He changed lives. He changed my life. And I know for a fact that he will continue to change lives, even after death. It amazes me how someone with a measly 95 human years on this earth could impact it so much. He brought joy, something that often seems in such a short supply.
It hurt me physically to find out of his passing. As in I literally did not feel good and felt off my whole final hour of school. Stan Lee was this constant, strangely enough. I knew he would pass eventually, but it was like he was immortal somehow. Like it would never come down to it. As if I would see is face in every marvel movie, see him in interviews and hear about him celebrating his 200th birthday or something.
I’d like to leave anyone who read this with some lasting thought, but I can’t. I can’t fathom any words to match what Stan Lee has brought to me.