Steve Irwin is dead.
“The Crocodile Hunter” was a guilty pleasure of mine and I am sick in my heart, just sick.
I’m sick for Terri and their two babies.
And for all his dangerous work with crocodiles, he’s killed by a sting ray barb to the heart.
I supposed it’s silly to be so touched by someone you don’t know, but I enjoyed him so much. I learned so much about Australia.
This is definitely a man who can never be replaced. A true character in every sense of the word.
(The photo is from the Sydney Morning Herald.)