little bitty girl

I've been meaning to post about this since it first happened. I was in the shower and Stef came and said,"Karen, Steve Irwin was killed by a sting ray. Total freak accident." My first reaction (and don't ask me why) whenever someone unexpected (when is it really expected) dies is to tell him to stop fooling around.

I went to Australia via Asia about 4 years ago and have very fond memories of it. Because of our affiliation with footy in Canada, most of our friends are Aussies. When Stef and I were travelling there, our regret was that we had not met earlier and gone to Australia while we were younger, as we would have loved to stay for a couple of years.

I was sending everyone these super long emails every other day about our trip. That trip really was the seed sown that eventually led to me having this blog. Irene had saved and printed all my emails for me and I had vowed that I would one day make a scrapbook. I decided instead I would post those emails on this blog after I had scanned all the photos we had taken. Unfortunately since I shot over 8 rolls, it's taken me longer than expected.

I remember back then, we were avid watchers of "The Crocodile Hunter". CS, Stef and I were driving back from an insane camping trip on Fraser Island when we saw the sign to the zoo. We all looked at each other for a second and in silent agreement decided to go. I remember being a little sad that Steve wasn't there but it happened to be Australian Father's Day (which is NOT at the same time as us, isn't that weird?) and the staff said that Steve was hanging with his family.

That's the thing that has made me the saddest about this whole thing. That he has a young wife who has to live her life with just memories and two young children who will have very few memories of him.