Goodbye, Chester.

I never met you. I never even saw you.
There are very few whose influence is ingrained so deep in me that I no longer notice it’s there.
If I could tell you, I’d tell you that I was once this lonely and scared kid hoping to find someone or something to hold on to.
I am no longer that kid. And you’re one of the reasons why.
I feel broken today. But I know it’ll be alright.
I feel lucky. I can reach out to your voice and words. They are still here. It’s funny how you left us all so privileged.
You were there for me when no one or nothing was.
I sit here, by myself. Fighting the tears as they fight to run down my face.
Life will go on. But so much has changed.
I couldn’t be there for you, like you were there for all of us.
I’m sorry, man.
Thank you for giving us all that you could give. And so much more.

And the shadow of the day
Will embrace the world in grey
And the sun will set for you
Chester Charles Bennington
March 20, 1976 — July 20, 2017
