Okay, let's do this one more time. My name is Peter D. Parker. The D stands for Damian. I was bitten by a radioactive spider and for the last two years, I have been The Amazing Spider-Man, trademark pending on "The Amazing." I'm pretty sure you know the rest. After gaining the proportionate speed, strength, and agility of a radioactive spider, I used my powers to try and get money and fame, but in my arrogance I lost someone close. Therefore I had to learn the hard way that with great power comes great responsibility. I saved a bunch of people. Fell in love. A lot. Got my heart broken. A lot. Saved the city. And then I saved the city again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And I'm only seventeen! But after everything, despite the heartache, the failed relationships, the struggles of trying to balance my social life and being a high school student, I love being Spider-Man. I mean, who wouldn't? So no matter how many hits I take, I always find a way to come back. Because the only thing standing between this city and oblivion, is me. I am, and always will be, Spider-Man.

It was another Sunday afternoon for me and my Aunt May. I decided to take a day off from patrol to join Aunt May in visiting the graves of Uncle Ben, Mom, and Dad. We made it to the cemetery in Queens. A couple minutes later, we made it to three specific gravestones. They were the graves of my mom and dad, Richard Parker and Mary Parker. My mom's grave was buried on my dad's left side, and Uncle Ben's grave was buried on the right side of Dad's grave. I was five years old when Mom and Dad had me be placed under the care of Uncle Ben and Aunt May. Dad and Mom never specified why they had to leave, Uncle Ben said his brother never told him much about his job; but a few days later, my parents died in a mysterious plane crash. I'd been with Uncle Ben and Aunt May since then. Aunt May and I got out some flowers and placed them on the graves. I looked at Uncle Ben's grave with guilt. "Hello Ben." Aunt May softly said. "Hey Uncle Ben. Hey Mom. Hey Dad." I said softly, looking at each grave. I still blame myself for Uncle Ben's death. If I had stopped that petty crook from escaping, Uncle Ben would still be alive. That's what I say to myself in my thoughts. The only comfort I can take is that the crook that murdered Uncle Ben is in prison. So at least he faced justice. "I still miss you dearly, Ben." Aunt May said, "when I lost you, my hand used to hurt without you holding it. I still have to remind myself that you're gone..."

"We both miss you Uncle Ben." I said, "I miss hearing your laugh and your jokes. And I miss you as well, Dad. And you too Mom. I have a lot of regrets. And one of those regrets is knowing that we were robbed of a chance to spend more time together..." I looked down sadly, regretting that Mom and Dad never got to see me grow up, go to high school. Now they'll never see me go to college, get married, and have kids of my own. I looked at Aunt May and asked, "do you believe there's life after death?" Aunt May looked at me and said, "Peter, we live in a world where gods of many religions and myths exist with us. Including demigods. If gods and monsters exist among us, then I believe there is a place after death our souls go to." I've seen gods and demigods like Thor and Wonder Woman, and as I listen to Aunt May's words, it all makes sense. I gave a small smile and said, "then if we die, we'll see our loved ones again." Aunt May gave a small smile as well, and she looked at Uncle Ben's grave and said, "when we do, I look forward to the day I can reunite with you Ben, and your brother Richard, and Mary too." After a few minutes of our grave visit, Aunt May and I decided to go home. As we get to the car, I ponder about how every visit with those I've lost does get easier every now and then. Maybe it's the hope that we can move on.