Haven't been here for a while but just wanted to write something...
How much can racing drivers impact our lives?
This damn sport that I fell in love with when I was a kid. It is the greatest and the worst thing in the world.
The last few days have been hard. Don't know how many of you follow rallying/WRC, just since Craig Breen's death I've been struggling. Like fucked up sleeping pattern, burst into tears randomly, general sadness kind of struggling. I had no idea that losing him could hurt me this bad.
I guess it's because I saw him like a rallying fan, like many of us, who was lucky enough to have the talent to be in WRC. It may also be because I truly believe this year could be the one that finally rised up his opportunities. Or maybe because there only a handful of racing drivers that I feel I got to know their real human side, and he was one of those few that don't hide behind PR facade, but carried his heart in his sleeve.
It's so fucked up. There's been more than a handful of really bad crashes, that one thinks of the worst and then the crew walks out of them unscratched. And Craig goes like this? Now?
I understand he was a relatively religious man. That he believed in life after death. I don't, but I want to believe he's where he wanted to be. With Jaffa and all his sporting heroes that have passed before him.
I know his loss is hurting me this much because there's still things that I will learn from him. How great, a guy who lived in the other side of the world, who I only got to meet once, is so inspiring that a random girl in Mexico is struggling to move past his death. That inspiring Craig Breen was.
