Steve Irwin...

One of my favourite people on this planet died yesterday... of a stingray attack. He saw beauty in the most ugly, disgusting, slimy and horrendous creatures. He was a beacon of enthusiasm and inspiration. He loved nature in all it's form. He was reckless and passionate and bursting with energy and fervour. To him nature and all of creation was sacred and beautiful. He loved to waddle in marshy waters and play with giant reptiles, oh man, he really loved those fearsome reptiles. But he would never have used that adjective to describe them. To him they were lovely, wonderful, gorgeous, fantastic, fascinating, magnificent and beautiful. They were his pride and joy, he even named his daughter after his favourite reptile, Bindi. He lived an adventurous life caring for our earth and all the animals in it. His knowledge on wildlife was inexhaustible and his trademark phrases were infectious. It is a terrible loss and I can't begin to imagine what his family must be going through. But I do hope that they carry on his great work and continue to keep his name alive. Well, I know that Steve Irwin is happy in a place that is teeming with all sorts of wildlife and nature, bet he is riding a dinosaur now and yelling 'Isn't he just gorgeous...'
Here's to you mate for teaching us a lot... about the animals you adore and about living life to the fullest.

My pals were rather shaken too by this news... I had to do something. Went to the church and lit a candle for him and lit a few more on behalf of my friends, who felt his loss... especially anju.