The lost voice 

Dear Chester Bennington, 

With what shall I say about you,

I’ve known none much of your music but yes, one thing I could always associate you with is your throat tearing vocal to the highest of the highest and to infinity and beyond.

I remember the days I made fun of your high screeching vocal ability because that is the only cue for me to recognize “Ah, that screeching singer guy has come finally” and I ignore but I ended up watching your entire music video. 
I have few songs of yours in my playlist. I have been playing those on loop for no reason for long as I remember. Which means I have to admit I grew listening to LP though I did not realize that till now.
Never thought the day would come I would say this but yes, Linkin Park will never be the same without your screaming, screeching high pitched voice. 
So, my dear Chester Bennington,
To me you will always be remembered as the guy with that high screech voice who was the catalyst for the band. Yes, I will miss your voice for sure.

Rest, is peaceful. 

Somewhere along the way I lost my path,

I belong somewhere; for sure I know

I miss those empty nights gazing at the moon with emptiness inside

I survive each day; but the voice inside me says, “but darling, you battle each day. You need to rest” – Yes, I miss those empty nights gazing at the moon with emptiness inside

To feel and do none itself is a blessing in disguise.