You know...the crocodile hunter! He died in a freak accident...stingray stinger directly to the heart. He always lived life to the fullest every day. He personified "joie de vivre". I think he's a great example of someone that just lived life as it faced him every day. I think to catch crocodiles you have to be very present and very aware and VERY in the moment. You have to love the life you have in front of you at that moment.

So how does this relate to me? Things change so suddenly...it goes back to the waves of life I was referring to awhile ago...learning to just float as the waves toss you up and down. When you resist you get stuck in the tar like the age-old story of Bre'r Rabbit. You have to go with the moment. I can imagine his wife and two children now...they are going to have to float...roll with the waves, build a new life honoring his memory. Steve seemed like the quintessential "go with the flow" kind of of guy. Perhaps hearing about him gives me an example of how to live my life. Perhaps hearing about his death reminds me that things aren't so bad after all for me. Jane is still alive and we will talk in time. I am alive...I am surviving...it's all good...