Look, I know Stan was 95, but guys, he seemed timeless to me. He’d been old since I was a kid, but he was always full of life & wit & wisdom. He changed lives with his stories. He changed *my* life. He changed the world. He got the best of life and he made the most of it and brought so much to the world. I'm so sad for our loss. For the world’s loss.
I honestly feel like a family member has died. Stan Lee was a part of my life since I was seven years old and began getting a subscription to a Spiderman series in the mail. That’s 33 years of his stories, his spirit, his words, having an influence and impact on me. So you’ll understand when I say I have to go and mourn, because my Grandpa Stan just died.
I’m sad to lose him, but glad to have had him. RIP, Stan Lee.
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