....Why Don't You Ask Him If He's Gone Away....
So, here it is. September the 11th, 2006.
What do I have on my mind? I'm almost embarassed to say.
I watched a little of the "Crocodile Hunter" marathon. Thank God the "Miami Ink" Marathon was on as well, or I would have just stayed there, sulking in front of the television.
I don't know what it is about Steve Irwin's death that just kills me. Any death is sad. I've been devistated....I've had loved ones go.
But this....this is an odd feeling. It's like a lingering annoying thing. I'm sad about someone I never met. It's just shocking and heartbreaking and I can't figure out why it makes me so sad. I'm not his wife or children, or his father or anyone that is his kin. But for some reason, it just breaks my heart that he's dead.
I did watch a little of Good Morning America's coverage of everyone praying and laying flowers at Ground Zero. I feel like there's just not much hope left in me today. I'll try to be less sulky. I'll try to remember that I have my friends and family.
I'll try to smile.
Much, Much Love,
Gold Dust Gypsy
What do I have on my mind? I'm almost embarassed to say.
I watched a little of the "Crocodile Hunter" marathon. Thank God the "Miami Ink" Marathon was on as well, or I would have just stayed there, sulking in front of the television.
I don't know what it is about Steve Irwin's death that just kills me. Any death is sad. I've been devistated....I've had loved ones go.
But this....this is an odd feeling. It's like a lingering annoying thing. I'm sad about someone I never met. It's just shocking and heartbreaking and I can't figure out why it makes me so sad. I'm not his wife or children, or his father or anyone that is his kin. But for some reason, it just breaks my heart that he's dead.
I did watch a little of Good Morning America's coverage of everyone praying and laying flowers at Ground Zero. I feel like there's just not much hope left in me today. I'll try to be less sulky. I'll try to remember that I have my friends and family.
I'll try to smile.
Much, Much Love,
Gold Dust Gypsy