What You Don't Know About Someone Until They're Gone...
I did not know Steve Irwin. I confess to being one of those people who felt that his persona had to be contrived. This was something I'd believed because I've met some very famous people, and had my preconceptions dashed rather unpleasantly.
With Steve, however, it appears (at least from a close reading of most newspapers this week) that this judgement of mine got rectified far too late. I read about his bizarre, untimely passing in an Australian newsletter called "Crikey" (absolutely true), then the first word which fell out of my mouth was "Crikey". No kidding. I was stunned.
R.I.P. Steve. Of all the people whom I'd expect to die young, you would have been one of the last to come to mind. And now you have passed to a better place (which is my sincere prayer), I'd like to apologise for thinking you were a fake. I've not seen so many Aussies genuinely moved since the death of Donald Bradman - and then again, I think you've knocked him out of the park with this extraordinary reaction to your passing.
Paul Hogan was quoted not so long ago as claiming that the "Ocker" was dead. I don't think so. I think the species came of age with such guys like you - with such joy of life - who put a warm face to what is now a readily-identifiable, quintessential Australian bloke.
I didn't watch too many of your shows, nor do I watch much TV at all. But, as far as celebrities go, no matter what I thought, I don't think anyone could detract from the fact that you were 100% 'fair dinkum.' God bless you mate; and for what it may be worth to Terry and the Kids, my prayers will be with all of you.
We've all lost a truly unique Australian. I'm sorry, Steve: I'll now watch your reruns. What I have seen, I have enjoyed immensely. You've certainly left a treasure trove for me to explore.
Who'd have thought this would happen? God truly takes the best first.
tH!
