He was our friend. He never met most any of us, but he was our friend; we felt his love and passion, and he knew that others appreciated that as well.
I'm taking it hard myself; I can't sleep, and I have to work. Please don't misunderstand me, I am not trying to be egotistical or inappropriate for saying this, but... he knew that we knew that Nintendo was Nintendo, because of him; I know this for a fact because I
wrote it for the
card we made for him.
He knew that Nintendo was Nintendo because of him, he knew that even though the suits and the press and the market was against him, he was trusted and loved and people believed in him...
And in his last year, the company turned a profit, announcements were made, and the question mark of "what happens now?" is filled with the least amount of anxiety it can get, all things considered.
He was loved, he was loved, and we'll miss him, and remember him, and never stop loving what he did, how he did it, and what he stood for.
Don't you get it? There are no happy endings, because... because nothing ends.