His death has truly disturbed me.
Laugh if you must...but it's true...and I'm unashamedly outing myself.
At first, I was more disturbed with how disturbed I was that someone I only know through TV died.
My brain bounced around this conversation, many times…
“I am so upset about Steve.”
“Heather, it is crazy for you to be THIS upset about someone you don’t even know.”
“But, he was such a great guy…he adored his family…he was a loving husband, a wonderful dad…this is tragic.”
“Again…can I remind you…Steve Irwin is not your friend, Heather, just because you watch him on TV.”
We are very stingy with our children, only loaning them out for tiny specks of time during the day to the TV.
One of the FEW strangers we let borrow our children is Steve Irwin, the Crocodile Hunter.
We absolutely love that show.
All of us.
When Steve is on the television, we are all on the couch, cuddled up, shrieking at his tenacity.
I love that before they can even speak the word crocodile, my boys have all of Steve’s moves memorized.
Many times when Aaron has been lying on our floor, our boys will come up and jump him like he’s a crocodile, one getting Aaron's head, the others piling up in a line on his back…it’s a beautiful sight to behold.
I haven’t been able to shake why I’ve been so moved by his death.
I haven’t been able to stop thinking not only about him being gone…but about why I can’t stop thinking about this.
To figure out why this has bothered me to this degree, I had to first figure out why I've always thought Steve was so great.
Why do I love Steve Irwin so much?
I’ve wrestled with that question this week like Steve Irwin wrestles those crocodiles.
It has exhausted me. I'm out of breath and muddy.
But, it all comes to this…
I ache for his passion.
There was no question about what he loved.
He was known for one thing:
He worshiped wildlife.
He respected it.
He publicly praised it.
His passion completely consumed his life.
So thank you, Steve…
Your passion has inspired our family.