Long lived the brave one.

Steve Irwin, lovingly known as the Crocodile Hunter, died on Monday doing what he loved; capturing wildlife on film in its own demain.
( Taken from MySpace )

Posted because I'm having a difficult time working through the grief I feel about this event. I couldn't sleep last night because I was tormented with thoughts about poor Bindi Irwin growing up without her dad. I kept hearing Steve in an interview talking about how heartbreaking it was to suddenly lose his mum and how close they were, but he was 38 when it happened. And she's only 8. And Bob won't even remember his dad. He'll grow up with memories and tv shows. The whole thing breaks my heart no matter how you felt about Steve.

I never knew that everything was falling through
~Bas