I'm the kind of person who never understood how some people can get sad or feel so attached to an idol.
I always thought that it made no sense to suffer when, for example; to that singer or artist that you like more, died.
Today, when I read the news that Stan Lee died, out of nowhere, that thought came to me "this can not be true!"
At first I did not understand, but then I looked at the wall of my room, and saw several things that are only there thanks to the ideas of this guy, who left us today. For the first time in 52 years, I found myself shedding a few tears, by someone
I had never seen, who was not my family.
See that my shield of Captain America on the wall, those posters of heroes, and remember how my childhood was
happy just because that gentleman had ideas, that inspired me in childhood.
That made me daydream, have new friends, go to the movies all eager to see a movie of my hero!
When I realized how much happiness he had given me, even without knowing me, I understood that the reason for my little cry, when I saw the news of his death, was not sadness but gratitude.
Many thanks Stan Lee, among all the heroes that you created perhaps the best power, was yours, to bring inspiration, hope and creativity, in a way that only you could dream.
