It’s weird. The death of Stan Lee has really choked me up. Here I am a 50 year old man and I keep finding myself emotional over the passing of the comic book legend.
Maybe it was what he represented. All those amazing characters he created (chief among them to me was Spider-Man) or shepherded represented something substantial and good in the world. Each of them flawed human beings like the rest of us. Identifiable.
Somehow he took the remarkable and made it achievable through the humanity each expressed.
Maybe I couldn’t shoot webs or climb walls but I could be nice, I could be compassionate.
What a guy…he will be missed.
