He didn’t need to die, but his passion for bringing the world’s attention to the loss of habitat eventually contributed to his death. He was sincere, committed, decent, inspired and worthy of our highest regard.
Vale, Steve Irwin. While you were alive it was easy to see you as a larikin. We took for granted your achievements and your shining beauty. In retrospect, we must acknowledge him as a noble martyr for the cause of creatures unable to defend themselves. Steve was driven by love, not hate. His spirit transcended the media games of fame and fortune. He shouldn’t have died, yet he was mortal.
Beyond irony is his death, venturing with a film crew too close to the usually harmless sting ray. He had taken many risks before, seeking only to share his love of animals and make us all aware of their needs.
His untimely death leaves us all the poorer. We needed him, and now he is gone. An enormous weight now falls on his wife’s and childrens’ shoulders, to maintain his drive and efforts. They need and deserve our support, as Steve Irwin’s mission was on behalf of us all, not just his family. Terry saw that in him, and shared his passion. We can only offer her whatever strength and kindness we can as she comes to terms with a loss greater than that of a family’s father.
Hopefully, Australians and others of good heart will now rally around his family, and support whatever initiatives emerge to continue his work, and recognise the ultimate sacrifice of this courageous and gentle man.
Vale, Steve Irwin.