KIWIKAAS
January 12th, 2008, 12:26 AM
In his 88 years, Sir Ed had known the worst of human misery, as well as the joy of conquest and triumph.
To the people of the Himalayas, he was a god. Around the world, he was regarded as the greatest of adventurers, the man whose extraordinary endurance forever changed perceptions of human possibility.
And for New Zealanders, Sir Ed was everything a good bastard ought to be - modest and humorous, brave and compassionate, and just grouchy enough to remind us he never sought, nor particularly enjoyed, adulation.
When death came about 9am yesterday, it was kind - a sudden heart attack, ending the slow discomfort of illness and his increasing frustration with frailty and fatigue.
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/8d/Edmund-Hillary.web.jpg/441px-Edmund-Hillary.web.jpg
To the people of the Himalayas, he was a god. Around the world, he was regarded as the greatest of adventurers, the man whose extraordinary endurance forever changed perceptions of human possibility.
And for New Zealanders, Sir Ed was everything a good bastard ought to be - modest and humorous, brave and compassionate, and just grouchy enough to remind us he never sought, nor particularly enjoyed, adulation.
When death came about 9am yesterday, it was kind - a sudden heart attack, ending the slow discomfort of illness and his increasing frustration with frailty and fatigue.
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/8d/Edmund-Hillary.web.jpg/441px-Edmund-Hillary.web.jpg