Thank you for trying. Thank you for pushing so hard, against so many obstacles. Thank you.
In your concession speech, you said many important things – but one of them just didn’t sit right in my chest. You apologized. You said sorry. Please don’t be sorry, and do not apologize for having tried so damn hard and presenting an option that spoke of compassion, understanding and togetherness.
I can only imagine how the results of this election must have shattered you. They shattered me, and I’m not even American. They knocked me over sideways and made me think about helplessness, and despair, and how the happy ending I seek both personally, physically and globally just do not seem to be coming true. I am sure you wept, and may still weep. I wept too. I weep still.
Amazingly, I have found myself needing to mourn. Never did I expect that feeling. But then, never did I expect you to lose, or England to want to leave the EU, or such septic leadership in Hungary, or fear mongering to have such success, or – personally – to face possibly dying from cancer so damn young. Life is full of these little surprises.
But you also prove that life is full of inspirations. And fight. And strength to try – no matter the outcome. And people who want to care about others. You have become one of my heroes. And I will never be sorry that you gave that glass ceiling a damn hard punch.
Because you fought, you made me stronger. You make many people stronger.
That is all.