As most of the world knows by now, Steve Irwin died yesterday.
I had just come back from lunch and was working out the back, with the designers, when I overhead the words 'Steve Irwin' and 'stingray' and just general joking around. For quite awhile, I just thought they were joking about the fact that he was stung by an animal he was handling, yet again, and assumed he was fine until I heard one of the girls mention how he has a young family and she felt bad for them, the kids especially. I started to think "oh, does she mean....nahhhhh, no way.....?" and walked to my computer to google for any news and thats when I saw that, yes, he had been killed just an hour before.
So surreal. He's one of those well-known people who, when you find out they've just died, can't fathom it. He really did seem larger then life and just someone that will always be around.
As much as I would roll my eyes when people would find out that I was Australian ,during my overseas ventures, and go "Steve Irwin- Crocodile Hunter!" I feel really sad that he's gone.
Sometimes whilst overseas, I got asked if I knew him. Aussies overseas probably have all been associated with him, as soon as their nationality was confirmed. It was amusing and expected.
He was real. He was who he was, there was no fake shit with or about him and thats why he appealed to people. He lived his life as real and as true as most people wish they could. He did what he loved and was passionate about and poured his whole heart and being into it.
And he died doing what he loved.
What a life well lived.
Goodbye to one of life's genuine, big hearted people.
Why are these people always taken first, while evil, horrible people stick around forever?
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