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I am talking about how upset I still am, over the death of Steve Irwin, the crocodile hunter.
I dont know him, and never met him, but I feel like I lost a member of my family, or a good friend. Why is that?
It is one of the first things that come into my mind when I wake up, and also when I go to sleep, not to mention how many times I think of him during the day. Is seems so unreal to me, and I didnt even mourn like this when my father died.
Can anyone explain that to me?
I dont know him, and never met him, but I feel like I lost a member of my family, or a good friend. Why is that?
It is one of the first things that come into my mind when I wake up, and also when I go to sleep, not to mention how many times I think of him during the day. Is seems so unreal to me, and I didnt even mourn like this when my father died.
Can anyone explain that to me?