It’s always startling to discover which celebrity deaths affect me. Ronald Reagan? “He was so old, man.” River Phoenix? Meh. But Steve Irwin, the crocodile hunter? My heart aches.
But why? I never watched anything the guy ever did. I always thought he was kind of goofy. But somewhere deep inside, I admired Irwin’s spirit, his enthusiasm, his vocation. He was a man living his dream.
And so when I read the news of Irwin’s death last night, I went to bed in a funk. I dreamt of wild animals. I woke still sad.
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2 responses so far ↓
1 annie // Oct 30, 2006 at 10:20 am
he was a very good man
2 Brittany // Oct 9, 2007 at 7:19 am
he was an amazing person never had fears brave man he will be missed all animals were his family. :]
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