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When my time comes
Forget the wrongs that I've done
Help me leave behind some reason to be missed
Don't resent me
When you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest

~~~

Rest in peace Chester... I couldn't believe it at first when I heard about his passing... Like hearing a beloved childhood friend had been lost.

You were an inspiration with your music and got me through a lot of dark times in my life.... You will be dearly missed...

- Rage-The-Hybrid

I was age 16 when someone gave me a copy of Hybrid Theory. The cover art was so strange, the lyrics were a bellowing furnace of power. The music didn't sound whiny or poppy, but was not so heavy it hurt my ears. It set to new fire the kindling in my heart. Somewhere, once forgotten in the navigation of grief from my father's passing and 2 new schools, there came to memory the super powered characters of my childhood imagination. Now raging with growing pains, I felt that I, myself, was a powerful person, who had yet to find what to channel that energy into. Chester's intensity helped me, feet pounding the pavement on an abandoned running track, yelling the words with him. At the very least, the outlet let me vent out all the excess steam while I processed the world around me. And I was thankful.

Hours and days were spent exploring and creating worlds within my mind to those tracks.
I kept as a fan all these years.
And I will never stop.

I echo my husband's words when I say it felt like losing a childhood friend, and have not mourned a man so severely in years. I cry now even writing this. He has never known me, but I have known his words, long before I ever even knew his name. I have Rage to thank for showing me the band itself, the people behind the music I loved, watching their concerts on TV. We laughed at Chester's beaming smile, the sheer joy in setting off the pyrotechnics he was given control of for "Burn It Down". I only wish I could have seen his fire in person, and am ashen over the absence of that flame.

LinkinPark, I am sorry for your loss. There are not many words that can be said, and nothing that can "fix" what has happened. But I know there is much work for you ahead, both in grieving, and in figuring out your next steps. There is a world of love crying out to you, and I know we are only a couple of the voices, but We Love You. Dearly. Please keep strong.

- Miffix

~~~

Some notes about the art itself:
Took about 7 to 8 hours from beginning to completion. I started the day I heard the news from my husband while he was at work, and lost it when 'Heavy' came into my playlist. When the tears and sobs left, my pencil went to the canvas.

The outfit and figure below is a representation of me at the age I received their first CD, blended with the character design in the Numb music video. The marking on the arm is another nod to the same song and video, as are the lyrics above her head.

I was very worried that people would mistake the paint as a simple and disturbing symbolism for blood. Rage-The-Hybrid helped me transition the paint colors to instead reflect the lyrics from a different band but still tied to the original fold, Fort Minor's "Red To Black", covering the very theme present behind his passing.

What are a few of my hours to the lifetime this man gave to his music? The time on this was well spent. I hope you can identify with the heart in this piece. That would be all I would ask.

Description
When my time comes
Forget the wrongs that I've done
Help me leave behind some reason to be missed
Don't resent me
When you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest

~~~

Rest in peace Chester... I couldn't believe it at first when I heard about his passing... Like hearing a beloved childhood friend had been lost.

You were an inspiration with your music and got me through a lot of dark times in my life.... You will be dearly missed...

- Rage-The-Hybrid

I was age 16 when someone gave me a copy of Hybrid Theory. The cover art was so strange, the lyrics were a bellowing furnace of power. The music didn't sound whiny or poppy, but was not so heavy it hurt my ears. It set to new fire the kindling in my heart. Somewhere, once forgotten in the navigation of grief from my father's passing and 2 new schools, there came to memory the super powered characters of my childhood imagination. Now raging with growing pains, I felt that I, myself, was a powerful person, who had yet to find what to channel that energy into. Chester's intensity helped me, feet pounding the pavement on an abandoned running track, yelling the words with him. At the very least, the outlet let me vent out all the excess steam while I processed the world around me. And I was thankful.

Hours and days were spent exploring and creating worlds within my mind to those tracks.
I kept as a fan all these years.
And I will never stop.

I echo my husband's words when I say it felt like losing a childhood friend, and have not mourned a man so severely in years. I cry now even writing this. He has never known me, but I have known his words, long before I ever even knew his name. I have Rage to thank for showing me the band itself, the people behind the music I loved, watching their concerts on TV. We laughed at Chester's beaming smile, the sheer joy in setting off the pyrotechnics he was given control of for "Burn It Down". I only wish I could have seen his fire in person, and am ashen over the absence of that flame.

LinkinPark, I am sorry for your loss. There are not many words that can be said, and nothing that can "fix" what has happened. But I know there is much work for you ahead, both in grieving, and in figuring out your next steps. There is a world of love crying out to you, and I know we are only a couple of the voices, but We Love You. Dearly. Please keep strong.

- Miffix

~~~

Some notes about the art itself:
Took about 7 to 8 hours from beginning to completion. I started the day I heard the news from my husband while he was at work, and lost it when 'Heavy' came into my playlist. When the tears and sobs left, my pencil went to the canvas.

The outfit and figure below is a representation of me at the age I received their first CD, blended with the character design in the Numb music video. The marking on the arm is another nod to the same song and video, as are the lyrics above her head.

I was very worried that people would mistake the paint as a simple and disturbing symbolism for blood. Rage-The-Hybrid helped me transition the paint colors to instead reflect the lyrics from a different band but still tied to the original fold, Fort Minor's "Red To Black", covering the very theme present behind his passing.

What are a few of my hours to the lifetime this man gave to his music? The time on this was well spent. I hope you can identify with the heart in this piece. That would be all I would ask.