This is not okay.
You were one of us. You had so much talent. You had so much potential. So many possibilities were ahead waiting for you.
I couldn’t really call myself as your “fan”, but I liked you and I respected your racing talents. I cannot and do not want to compete with the outpouring of glowing tributes to you. I just want to express that you did matter to me, and that your passing has made an impact on me.
And I am sad. Heartbroken. Devastated, even. This is not okay.
You were taken much too early. It’s not fair. Then again, life rarely is.
Perhaps you are merely a lap ahead. Perhaps your time really was up. Please watch over all of us from your prime seat up there.
I am not good with goodbyes.
Rest in peace.