Thursday

I couldn't think of an upbeat title for this post. It's literally been the week from hell. If you'd have told me a week ago that in 7 days time someone I absolutely adore and hold in such high respect would be killed and buried I wouldn't have believed it. Yet here we are, without our Marco. The MotoGP world is in mourning. We have lost the brightest spark on the paddock.


Over 50,000 people showed up in his little Italian village today to show their respect at his funeral. If at the age of 24 you have that amount of people show up (most of whom you don't even know) to remember you and celebrate your life, then you know you touched a lot of people's hearts and must have done something right in life. I don't think I can handle watching any of the footage / interviews. I would prefer to remember him as I always have. Smiling, beaming and larger than life. A lot of the riders have said some lovely things, including Jorge Lorenzo (who Marco famously argued with earlier this season about Marco's ongoing fearless racing) wrote in the memorial book today 'I am sorry we ever argued. I hope you can forgive me.'


I am still really cut up about it. I don't think I've ever felt this sad at the death of someone. I think it will hit home next Sunday at the race in Valencia when there is a familliar white Honda missing from the grid.


When the sun shines we'll shine together. Goodbye, SuperSic.