A Letter to the Mass

A Letter to the Mass – The Birth of the Massquatch

Brother—

You’re not here, but I feel you every day.

You gave me confidence when I had none.
You trained beside me when I didn’t think I was worth the reps.
You believed in the Massquatch… long before I did.

I didn’t become him on stage.
I didn’t create him.
I remembered him—because of you.

When people see that photo of me standing in the lights, they think it’s about discipline, genetics, or drive.
But really... it’s built on grief.
Built on love.
Built on the parts of you I carry.

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Sifa
You were my brother long before the iron made it official.
You gave me purpose when I had nothing but reps.
And when you left, it broke something in me—
but it also woke something up.

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I still remember when you came to me with the dream—
Kids’ sports.
Super Dads.
Fitness. Bodybuilding.
Gym ownership.
A life of service to the ones we love most.

You asked.
I took you seriously.
I made the plan.
It wasn’t what you expected, but once you caught the vision—
we both knew it couldn’t miss.

We were in.

Until it all fell apart.

I love you, bro.
But you left me hanging.
Worse—you left them hanging.

I’ve been mad at you.
You know that.
But I’ve also felt you working with me ever since.
The late-night wakeups. The whisper in my head. The pressure in my chest when I think about quitting.
That’s you.

One day, you’ll fix it.
But for now—thank you for pushing through me to finish what you started.

I’ve looked under every rock for what you asked me to find.
And I found it.

The Mass is awake now.
We built him—me and you.

He’s here.

It’s not me. It’s not you.
It’s us.

So now… what else do you want to do with it?

—Trevyn
You are the Mass