So I hope that it's not weird when I say that I am devastated by Chester Bennington's death. Linkin Park is a standby in my life, the only band that I adore every track on their albums and something I listen to in good times and bad. Somewhere I Belong is burned in my memory from my senior year of undergrad; What I've Done gets played every time I have a terrible day at work. I can belt out Nobody's Listening and Faint without thinking, and I still know the track listings of Hybrid Theory, Reanimation, and Meteora.
I feel strange as I admit I'm feel sadness over the passing of someone I didn't know or have any relation to, but I realize I do feel loss. Perhaps because he, in a way, was there with the music that (oddly, I know) gave me comfort when I was at the height of my ED, in the last terrible year of High School, and when my brother died and I was grieving him. I had just talked about going to an LP concert, too, looking forward to potentially taking a day off in August to see the band perform in NYC.
In the very least, I hope his family and his friends will find some level of comfort in knowing the fans grieve him too. And tomorrow I'll make a donation to the Suicide Prevention Lifeline and to TWLOHA.
Rest well, Chester. May you have found peace at last.