I can’t imagine what it’s like to be a kid right now. I can’t imagine living in this day and age and having to deal with the things the world is throwing at us right now. I can’t imagine not being able to go to school and not being able to share my creativity, friendship, passions, or accomplishments. I can’t imagine dealing with all of that… and then losing my hero.
As most of the world has heard now, Chadwick Boseman, has passed.
When I was a kid, whenever I had a bad day with reality, I could escape to comic books. I was filled with joy and wonderment while studying the artwork. Every kid has a hero, and every kid has someone besides a parent, sibling, or family, that they look up to. Your hero is someone you can relate to, someone you aspire to be like, and someone who gives you inspiration to keep your chin up.
What do you do when your hero passes?
I can’t imagine how strong these children are going to become having to deal with this world.
Losing Chadwick is more than just losing a character in our nerd community. He was someone to look up to, and gave hope to a lot of kids as a person, as an actor, and a role model. Losing him at such an early age is devastating not only for his family but for the millions he inspired and we are all grieving.
I saw a picture of a young black child doing the Wakanda salute, with tears streaming down his face, and his Black Panther costume and action figures laying next to him and it broke me. Even now, I tear up thinking of what that poor young man must already be going through.
We lost a wonderful man too early from cancer, and we lost a hero, but I’ll leave you with something one of my heroes once said:
“Every man’s heart one day beats it’s final beat. His lungs breathe their final breath. And if what that man did in his life makes the blood pulse through the body of others and makes them bleed deeper in something that’s larger than life, then his essence, his spirit, will be immortalized by the storytellers.” ~Ultimate Warrior
The day after Warrior spoke those prophetic words, his spirit moved on and I lost a hero.
So where do we go from here? If I could talk to that young man, or to anyone struggling with anything I would say, your hero is still here, they live… in you. It’s your job to be the next King of Wakanda, to be the next hero someone like you looks up to, and to be as strong as your hero was because they’re still with you, guiding you, and giving you inspiration with their stories and someone, someday, is going to need your strength to get through their troubles.
Our vessels may not survive this world, but our spirits and stories live on forever, and so to, do our heroes.