And so it continues...

Everyday I drop by the uni union bookshop to pick up my daily newspaper.
This week was different.
Sometimes I just don't want to see what is on the front page.
Because I know...it'll be about him and the stories of his life...his passion.

I used to watch Crocodile Hunter on Discovery Channel.
I was in primary school then.
My love for animals were as big as his. He was an inspiration.
My ambition even included animal preferences - a vet, marine biologist or something related to the World Wildlife Fund (WWF). (unfortunately I wasn't good in science, but opt to be involved in some other way)
The only thing I failed at was not going 'out there' sooner. I have always said to myself that I will do so after my studies. But somehow it feels as if it was too late.

Everyday now the media shows those visions of him over and over again. The quotes. The thoughts of those that were close to him. All the same. Repeating.
And now I feel as sad as ever.
When I heard the news...it hasn't hit me. Not yet today. Not fully.

Somehow similar to once upon a time.
Almost the same feelings.

It is starting to settled in. He really isn't here anymore.
Statements and views are contradictory but I still feel it was a great lost...
Not knowing how the family is coping it even more worrying and unsettling.
I pray for them to have the strength to move forward at this difficult moment- Terri, Bindi and Bob.


Crikey...I'm missing you so much, Steve.