On saturday it was announced that Satoru Iwata was dead at a young age of 55. Cruel fate takes such a splendid man away from our world at such an age. My condolences are with his family as one would expect, they most certainly loved him as the human he was and the goodness he did to them.

To the world he started as us all, little and so nothing, yet so full of potencial. He helped constructing an empire unlike anything before in this world, an empire of dreams, hopes, joy, kindness and happiness. He helped creating worlds far beyond our own for us all to explore, to experience, to be part of for brief moments.

What can I say? When I grew up I didn't have much, not many friends, not much to do, but video gaming was my joy, my way to coop with a reality that shun me and seemed to despise my existence. He helped creating the joy of my childhood I had, he helped making what could be nothing short of an endless nightmare into a time I still remember so fondly of. What but an extrodinary mind and even more extrodinary man could accomplish such deeds?

Iwata, you'll never read this, you'll never see this, you'll be again, but thank you for everything. Every memory you helped creating, every childhood you gave the world, everything you made by simply doing your job, thank you for everything.