William Dunlop: Fan hopes poem will bring family some comfort
A motorcycle racing fan from Co Londonderry said yesterday that she wanted to "try and bring some small comfort" to the Dunlop family by writing a poem in honour of 32-year-old William.
Louise Campbell, a married mother-of-two from the Waterside, posted her poem on Facebook after news broke of Mr Dunlop's death last Saturday.
"I just wanted to try and bring some small comfort at the thought that William is reunited with Robert and Joey, that his death wasn't the end of his race. He's riding his victory lap in heaven," she said.
"That it's not goodbye but more of an 'until we meet again' for those he loved the most."
Mrs Campbell added her husband Barry is also a keen fan of the sport - indeed the Dunlop racing dynasty - and they enjoy going to races when they can.
"I remember I was in America when Joey (Dunlop) died and it made the news in Louisiana," she recalled.
"I was (also) at the practices in '08 when Robert crashed and in the pits that Saturday when Michael rode to victory.
"I know people don't understand how they could race after so much sorrow, but it was just in their blood."
Mrs Campbell added Mr Dunlop's death "hit her hard".
"(He) was just a year younger than I am and his family have (already) had so much sorrow," she added.
A poem for a beloved son taken so young
It's good to see you son
We didn't expect to meet just yet
But me and your uncle Joey here
Well we never did forget
We rode every race out there with you
We were your angels on the track
For you and for our Michael
We were the angels at your back
I'm so proud of you son
Proud of you and your brothers too
And I'm glad that we can be here now
At this stage of the journey with you
We will show you round here son
This really is some place
But first we have our duties
For still there is the race
Come watch with us if you want son
For we have the greatest grandstand
We'll watch the racers and guide them
Protecting them if we can
But if it is their time you see
There's nothing that can be done
So we wait here to welcome them
Just like we're welcoming you son
We watch over all the racers
We'll keep close to your brothers
For they need all our love you see
Just like yours, mine and Joey's mothers
For although they understand
That we lived our lives by the pace
They're the ones left to carry on
The ones left in the race
And it's going to be a long hard road
Just like it was for you
But still you raced and lived and loved
Just like they have to do.
So come son and meet the boss up here
It's never too late to pray
That He will comfort our family
On this and every day.