This morning I woke up and made my cup of coffee with Vanilla Hazelnut creamer and sat down with my throw blanket in the recliner to watch a little news, just like I do every morning, but this morning I ended up with tears.
Steve Irwin, The Crocodile Hunter, died today. He was stung by a sting ray while shooting a children’s program off the coast of Australia.
Anybody who REALLY knows me, knows all about how endearing Steve Irwin is to me. Crocodile Hunter is my guilty pleasure. I also do a pretty darn good impression when I’m in a silly mood, or on demand. Only for my children.
I have always been in awe of the way he lived his life with such passion about something, even if it seems odd to the rest of us. He even died doing what he loved.
To his wife and children, my condolences. He will be missed.