I cried when Jacques Cousteau died; he was an idol to me, and I respected what he stood for and all he had done for the environment.
Steve Irwin died yesterday. He too worked to teach people about the environment, particularly much maligned animals like crocodiles.
What bothers me most about his death, besides the obvious tragedy, and the family he leaves behind, is the shock of it.
How can someone so full of life just stop?