False God

Chapter four: Danke Didi

We never know when the last time will be we will talk to someone, when we will hear their last laugh, their last advice, when we will receive their last hug. People always tell us to enjoy every moment with the people we love, but this is one of those things that we always knew, but never do. If you knew that this is the last moment of someone important to you, would you change anything or would you have been good enough for your last memory together? What would you have said if you knew it would be the last time?

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- Max, he's gone. Painless, he was asleep. - Christian tells me, hugs me, and leaves.

I can't blame him, people are afraid to talk about death. And where does it come from? From longing? From guilt for not giving enough value? From wanting to spend a few more minutes with this someone?

But they forget that to talk about death is to talk about life; grief is present throughout our lives, in different ways and intensity for each person. Be it grieving for someone else, be it grieving for yourself for someone you were and are no longer there.

People believe that there are 5 stages of grief. But this is not true. This is one more way that words and repetitions have power, they are so powerful that they can turn a 1969 suggestion into something extremely widespread and popularly accepted, even if there is scientific evidence to deny it. People are different in everything, including the way they experience grief.

I read in a book once in which a 12-year-old child said that death is something that God did for us. I have spent hours thinking about this, I think this is right, death serves as a reminder to us that our time here is limited, that we should enjoy our life as much as possible, death reminds us that what counts is our path because the arrival is it. But death is also a gift if you think that all suffering will end, whether you are an atheist or a believer, because whether you cease to exist forever or live in eternity with your God, there will be no more suffering.

Everyone in the garage is downcast, it couldn't be otherwise, if our family exists today, it is because of Didi, knowing about his departure is as if our patriarch is gone, because he is much more than the owner of a company. He left a legacy in the history of formula 1, he bought a brand and changed it totally, his name, his style, his way of thinking and his representativeness. Once a company that only produced energy products, today a four-time world champion team, which discovered and developed many talents that today are inside the team or racing for other teams. Today, if you think of Formula 1, besides the classic teams, you think of Red Bull, and all this is thanks to our creator Didi. But not only in Formula 1 many athletes from various sports are sponsored by Redbull, in football there are many teams of the brand, what Didi did revolutionized much more than Formula 1.

It's qualifying day, tomorrow is race day, we can be five-time champions tomorrow, he is no longer here to see it happen, but let's do it for our family, let's do it for him.

Getting in the car feels fucking weird, the feeling that Didi won't see another race is a big shit, but I need to do this because I know it's what he would like and I need to make him proud, I need to do this in his memory.

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Not getting the pole, of all the days, that is the most frustrating. Even though I am already champion, I need to do this for him, I need to do this for the team, we have the opportunity tomorrow and I won't let it slip away and I know that even with the five-place grid penalty for an engine change, Checo will do his utmost and together we will achieve the team's fifth championship, Didi's fifth championship.