I, I never wanted
To write these words down for you
Chris, you were are more than just a musician. You are a hero, a savior, everything your friends, family, and fans could’ve asked for. 1,000,000+. That’s how many people you reached with your music. When I first heard your music I was 4. In fact, I still remember the first song I heard too; Black Hole Sun. Whenever I was depressed I would flip to one of your songs. I’d listen to it for hours, maybe even days. Your music helped me out of my depression and I thank you for that. It isn’t just me it helped though. It’s millions. People can relate to some of your songs. They’re like stories. Like you’re telling your story. I never got to meet you, but I just knew you were that guy everyone wanted to be around. Selfless, kind, down to earth. I woke up at 7:30 am on May 18th. My birthday. I read that you had died. “Chris Cornell. Suicide by hanging.” Was what I read. Devastated was what I felt. I thought, “No way. Another celebrity death hoax. He’s got a caring family he wouldn’t.” But you did. I’m not mad or anything. Just devastated and confused. You weren’t yourself that night. Your wife Vicky, she’s just perfect for you. She is the nicest person. I see why you get along so well now. And your children, the same thing. I guess it just runs in the family. The thing is though, I don’t want to know how you did it, why you did it or where. I just want to remember the best things about you.
Thank you, for your gift to the world.