Wednesday, September 6, 2006
so, here's what i'm thinking about Steve Irwin's death.
(hi! how are you? missed you, too, and i know, it's not much of a segue, but the caffeine hasn't hit my system yet.)
regardless of whether you were a fan - and i wasn't; then again, i don't care for the Three Stooges or Jerry Lewis, either - kids loved him. my kid loved him. MedSm watched his show pretty much every day for a while. right, wrong or indifferent, he meant a lot to small kids. and now, my no longer so small kid is going to encounter his first famous person death. and i don't know what that will mean to him.
he's been pretty fortunate - hasn't lost anyone close to him in the family yet, other than a few distant relatives he'd only met once or twice, and i'm not even sure how well he remembers them. we've dealt with pet deaths and disappearances, and those meant a lot to him, for sure. we even held a funeral service for a few of them (they went into cryo for a while, until he was ready, which made fishing dinner out of the freezer interesting), complete with prayers and little popsicle stick headstones.
i suppose this is a next step in learning about death, for him. and in some ways, i'm glad he gets the intermediary step. it was certainly easier to think about what it meant that Mr. Looper had died (and yes, i know, i'm dating myself - your point?) because of the level of remove, and on some level, maybe that made it easier when my great aunt died. i'll never know if that's the case; it's a big what if. but it seems that easing into the subject has to be less gut wrenching that being plopped into it, full immersion...we'll see.
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