Dear Tanya,
I love you.
I wish I could have told you that it’d be okay. And that you didn’t have to be alone.
Because we all get knocked down.
We all face bad things.
I wish I could have told you to fight through it.
But I didn’t.
I wish I told you you’d be happy.
And that there’s a reason for the pain.
But I didn’t.
Missing you really hurts.
And I try and fight it.
But it doesn’t go away.
It’s like a monster.
That keeps showing up.
To remind me that you’re gone.
I want it to stop, but it never will, that’s not its job.
Maybe it’s my fault I don’t have a sister anymore.
Cause I wasn’t there to show you. If you look at it right, even hell can be pretty.
Every hit has a reason, even yours.
I didn’t tell you what I should have. So I’ll tell everyone else.
So that one tragedy to one person can forge a message. That can do a lot of good for a lot of people.
Stand your ground. See the hits for what they really are, [growling]
a blacksmith who through fire and trauma can turn the broken into the amazing.
Something that doesn’t just take the hits, but something that hits back.
For anybody hurting like she was, use the pain,
let good come from bad. It’ll hurt, the hits will never stop, they’ll only get tougher, but so will you.
And hopefully someday, I will too.
-- Eric Lim
#ForAnybodyHurting