Two years ago today, local racing lost a fine racer. A family lost their son. Friends lost a friend that was honest and devoted with each step he took. And I lost a person who touched my life as he grew up, teaching me to smile when things were not worth smiling about. He taught me to want to go further in my love of racing and helping to teach and instill sportsmanship and honesty in a very demanding sport. There were many times back in the 90s i wanted to walk away and say screw this all, but his smile, and his way of showing respect for others and the sport made me rethink walking away. It was teaching young racers like him that made the effort worth trying again and again. I lost a friend that that never flinched in giving me a much needed handshake or hug when we saw each other. His time was cut way too soon but as we are always told, we do not question the timing of ones passing or the effect it has on everyone. BUt I still scream at God ever so often asking him, or demanding him to give me a reason for taking the awesome soul. Selfish of me I know. Cody Burks, you will never be forgotten for the hearts you touched, and the man you had became, and the son you so proudly were. Your energy fueled so many to try and walk in your footsteps; a task so very hard to do. So many of us still ask why, but we also know, God had a reason, and to question it will not change nor help us feel any better. Now as hard as it is, the memories MUST replace the emptiness that is left behind. It doesnt make it any easier but one thing for sure, the memories are so many and so widespread because you touched so many lives and hearts. I wrote this today talking about someone else but it fits so perfectly here; it is a quote from Ms Rose KEnnedy, the mother of the late PResident Kennedy: ...“It has been said, time heals all wounds. I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.”... I want the hurt I have inside to last me till the day i die; the hurt of seeing his family so torn apart by his loss; the emptiness of his smile to no longer grace us, or the pain of losing one of the best young men I have ever met; his friendship and awesome spirit was so strong to all who met him. The hurt reminds me to never let his spirit go when things get bad or goes the wrong way. He taught us all a lot and his teachings will continue for ever. To his family and friends; you all know,he meant so much to our sport. He meant so much in the way I approached the managing and teaching that I tried to do year after year. He will never be forgotten I promise, in each young racer starting up and learning the sport he loved so much. Fly High Cody!
Posted on: Tue, 18 Nov 2014 22:27:40 +0000
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