dear anthoine,
i didn't know you. sure, i knew you existed, i knew you were part of the renault driver academy, i knew you were the last GP3 champion. i knew things about you, but i didn't know you.
i seldom watch f2, mostly because i don't have a lot of time and my mom doesn't allow me, and it's so hard to get tv coverage here. i seldom saw you driver a car - probably only saw you doing show runs in a renault. even then, you sounded like a nice person, a cool person. you were a good driver, no doubt. you won races in an uncompetitive car.
and oddly enough, when the news came out, i still cried.
death is something i talk about and write about an awful lot, but i never experienced it, until yesterday. even then, it was the death of someone i barely knew. but i cried because of shock, because of confusion, because the world lost a good person.
they say the good die young. it's true, in your case. but we'll remember you, not for the way you died, but for the life you lived. the way you made the most of the years you had, the way you followed your dreams. the way your presence was like a ray of sunshine in the paddock for others. we'll remember you as the last GP3 champion, which is fitting. we'll remember you as a person who helps to improve safety in the sport.
so thank you, for the life that you lived and the legacy you've left behind.
sincerely,
sophia, a girl who only knew you as someone who drove fast carswritten by shortorangesalmon.
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