Yesterday was a horrible day. When I got home my dad said: "Not a good start for Leopard..." I at the time didn't know what had happened yet, so I said: "What do you mean?" "Do you remember who crashed in 'De Scheldeprijs'?" and I said: "Yes Wouter Weylandt." My dad said this: "Well he crashed again." And then silence. And I still didn't get it, and I looked at my dad a little confused. "He's dead."
Those 3 words were awful. I couldn't believe it. I yelled at my dad: "Are you kidding me?" But no. It was the truth. The horrible truth.
I can't believe how cruel fate can be. I can't believe people still believe in a god. How can there be a god after this? Where the hell was he yesterday in Italy? How could he leave a pregnant girlfriend behind? I bet she was having the time of her life, together with the man of her dreams, carrying his baby. And then this.
There are no words for how tragic this is.
My condolences to everyone who knew him. I can not even imagine what they must be going through right now and I wish them all the courage and power there is... May he rest in peace, and he will never be forgotten...