Real Crocodile Tears
It's wonderful how some people touch many during their time here on earth. This week it's been remarkable how many of my friends have expressed shock & sadness at the death of Steve Irwin, The Crocodile Hunter. He was a beloved figure in the western world. Kids & adults were drawn to the spunky Aussie who loved wild animals & thrilled to teach us about them whether they were sweet or cuddly or not. Ya just had to love the guy, no matter what nutso thing he was doing! His passion was utterly compelling. Utterly.
He leaves behind 2 darling little children, a wife who adored him & a father who stated he's "lost his best mate". That part has been bringing tears to my eyes each time I think of it. What a lovely, lovely thing for a child & a parent to forge an adult friendship. It's one of my greatest goals in the midst of the rigors of this child rearing gig. Steve Irwin was, by all accounts, a man who loved well and was well loved. You cannot say that about many folks. But this recent turn of events has reminded me I want that said of me one day & of my children, as well. I want to make choices that foster a life well lived & educate/inspire my daughters to do the same. Steve Irwin seemed to have admirably accomplished that in his 44 yrs here, in addition to all the wonderful educating work he contributed. The guy had the full vegemite sandwich (Aussie for whole enchilada). It's beautifully encouraging to the rest of us.