For as long as I can remember, I have always been a fan of Nintendo. There has never been a time of my life when I hadn't had something Nintendo related ever since Christmas of '93 when I got an NES with Super Mario Bros 3 and Kirby's Adventure. Since then, I have been loyal to Nintendo systems for the past two decades and I have had the best times of my life helping Kirby restore the good dreams of the people of Dreamland, finding secrets as Link in the world of Hyrule, and getting irritated at Toad when I discovered that "The Princess is in another castle." There was never any doubt in my mind that I would be with Nintendo through good times and bad. And unfortunately, this has been a rather troubling time in my life right now.
I have been coming to terms with the fact that my childhood was short lived since I have been employed for the majority of my life in one way or another ever since I was ten years old. I have had little time for games and being destitute during that time meant that if I wanted any kind of games, then I had to pay for them myself with the money that I earned. This made me appreciate the games I bought even more and I carefully chose which ones I would be purchasing. But I guaranteed you, nine times out of ten, the game would always be something from Nintendo. They always put love and care into every game they made and it made them all the more special to me when I actually learned a life lesson from them. They were like the Father I never had, and that's why it greatly pained me to find out that the great Satoru Iwata, CEO of Nintendo and master programmer for many great games like Balloon Fight, EarthBound, and games in the Kirby and Pokemon series, had passed away.
When I found out this news, I was distraught. It was like losing a family member that you secretly loved the most and I didn't really know how to cope. He was an inspiration to me and his charm, humor, wisdom, and overall likability made him very much a father figure in a time where I didn't have a strong male influence in my life. His soft spoken demeanor gave me a sense of comfort that I desperately needed in times of great stress and he was always so apologetic even when things didn't go as initially planned. Listening to his voice always calmed me when I was feeling annoyed or enraged because it gave me the feeling that everything was going to be alright. Now that he is gone, I really don't know what to do now...
So, as a tribute to the late, great Satoru Iwata, I have prepared a Haiku in his honor to help me grieve in this time of great stress. I hope you will all appreciate it.
One of the greats, gone,
Now, forever a legend,
Now we understand.
Thank you for reading, and I wish you all to leave luck to the heavens.