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It was a sad evening………………


Well last night was a normal evening. I went and picked up Breanna from Daycare, fed her dinner, Jay gave her a bath while I cooked our dinner. We played with Breanna and put her to bed about 8:00.

Then we got ready to watch the Crocodile Hunter's memorial at Australia Zoo. I think they did a few good job with the memorial. Jay and I did very well with the whole thing, when Wes got up and spoke, Steve's day asking for you not to grieve for Steve, but to grieve for the animals because they had lost their best friend. The part that got to us was when little Bindi got up on stage with a beaming smile and talked about her daddy………...

"My daddy was my hero," she said. "He was always there for me when I needed him. He listened to me and taught me so many things, but most of all, he was fun. I know that Daddy had an important job. He was working to change the world so everyone would love wildlife like he did.

"I don't want Daddy's passion to ever end. I want to help endangered wildlife just like he did. I have the best daddy in the whole world, and I will miss him every day. When I see a crocodile I will always think of him, and I know that Daddy made this zoo so everyone could come and learn to love all the animals. Daddy made this place his whole life, and now it's our turn to help Daddy."

By the end of that there wasn't a dry eye in our bedroom. That brave little 8 year old got up and smiled and spoke very eloquently, and proudly about her dad. Little Bindi Sue touched both of our hearts. We watched as Bindi walked over to where her mother and younger brother Bob were sitting and hugged and comforted her obviously upset mother. Truthfully by the end of all of that I was crying like a little baby. Jay was fairing a bit better than I was, but there were still tears coming from his eyes too.

At the end Steve's right hand croc wrestler, Brian, loaded up Steves truck for the last time with all of his Crocodile Catching gear, including his beloved surfboard and drove it out of the Crocaseum for the last time. (again making me cry).



Good bye Crocodile Hunter Steve Irwin…..you'll be missed in our home as well.