7/28/2023 0 Comments Steve irwin footage of deathI have a global electronic community of other mourners, from Brisbane and Bangladesh to Florida and Minnesota. Paradoxically, our collective mourning has become a solitary experience. With the Internet's discussion boards, Web cams, video on demand, we can mourn indefinitely, easily and privately, in our cubicles and home offices. Two months after Irwin's death, however, I am still chatting online with others - strangers, though I know their names - who were touched by his life and death. They must have talked about the assassination and exchanged stories, but then they returned to the routines of their own family lives. In 1968, my grandmother had others there with her, sharing in her grief and anger. I remembered that moment recently as I sat before my computer monitor, reading about "Crocodile Hunter" Steve Irwin, killed by a stingray barb, and weeping as if he'd been a brother or a friend. How could television have made her so unhappy? The image that stays with me almost 40 years later is how sad my grandmother was, how solemn, as the grim adults gathered around a small black-and-white screen. Imust have been 5 the spring my grandmother detoured on our drive to Massachusetts, stopping by a relative's New York home to watch Robert Kennedy's funeral, or perhaps the train procession that carried his body to Washington. By Janice Lynch Schuster November 13, 2006
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