To Mr. Iwata

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Yesterday, July 12, 2015, Mr. Satoru Iwata, President of Nintendo Co., Ltd., passed away due to a growth in his bile duct. He was only 55 years old. I tweeted this morning that I couldn’t even begin to describe how inspiring his work was to everyone and the affect that he had on the video game industry, but I feel compelled to try.

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Dear Mr. Iwata,

Currently, I’m working at a summer camp where my Internet access is limited, but when my hour off rolled around, I opened up IGN and found the banner story was regarding your passing. I nearly wept while sitting on the office porch in the sweltering Maine summer, but I held myself back in interest of not freaking out children and co-counselors. As I’m writing this later in the day, I’m still having a hard time keeping my emotions down. I knew of your health issues and that you had gone through surgeries, but I never knew that your growth was severe enough to take you away so soon.

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First off, I want to profusely thank you for all of your work and dedication to a company who has always been most concerned with bringing happiness to their loyal fans. My first console was a Gameboy Advanced I received for my 8th birthday and I have been hopelessly in love with games ever since. I credit Nintendo for putting me on the path I am on now and your passing has only made my resolve to be a part of this loving industry stronger, but it is only proper to give thanks to the captain of the ship, the one who kept the course and strongly maintained the high standards we all became accustomed to. I never knew you personally, even though I wish I had, but I feel like you knew me. You knew the influence you had over me and that you were creating memories that I will always cherish when I reflect back on my childhood. But what I love most is that you never took advantage of my love for your games. When booting up a new game, I always felt like you took great care to make sure I would enjoy what I was spending my time and hard earned money on, you respected me like that. Sometimes I felt you were showing me more care and attention than anyone else in my life. To sum it all up, you’re my superhero, Mr. Iwata, and nothing can ever change that.

I’m sorry this may be poorly written, I’m still new, but I’m trying my best to improve every time I write, something I learned from you. My respect and love for you knows no bounds. May you rest in peace.

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Sincerely,

Joe Brichetto, Gamer for 11 years, with no sign of stopping.

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“On my business card, I am a corporate president. In my mind, I am a game developer. But in my heart, I am a gamer.” -Satoru Iwata

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