This is going to be a very sad month. I get to watch yet another one of my childhood/life time heroes die. I don't have a lot of people to look up to in life so all my heroes exist in fantasy. Wolverine was probably the first super hero I ever looked up to. My dad introduced him to me when I was very young. My dad was super excited because The Wolverine was the first actual super hero who was Canadian. My dad was born there. It wasn't until later in life that I realized that The Wolverine's personality was practically a mirror of my own. He's selfish but also thoughtful. His sense of justice is cloudy but it still exists. He's willing to do what's right and sacrifice himself to help the greater good. He's a hero in his own right and does what is right no matter what the cost. It hurts so badly to know that he's going to die. I know it's just comic book and comic death is never permanent (Super Man) but that doesn't make it any less painful. Rest in peace, bub. Thanks for all the memories and years of inspiration.
