I met Chester five years ago this November and it was the most beautiful moment of my life. I cried, and he held me and told me he believed in me and that he knew I was going to be okay. I’ll never forget it for as long as I live and I strive to make him proud every day, even if that’s just by living to see another day. Chester means everything to me. He was and still is my hero, the fact that he’s not physically here anymore means nothing to me because he will always be in my heart and watching over me. Every good, momentous thing that’s happened to me has involved him or Linkin Park in one way or another, so I will always be grateful to him and the band. Chester is my rock. I miss him more than anything, but knowing I’m making him proud every day I get out of bed is what keeps me going