LP sang the anthem of my childhood. I was 10 when I first heard Chester’s voice singing of pain and struggle. He represented my ascent as a woman. Hearing of his death I was speechless. With him my childhood died. But something is starting to wakeup within me that I have no words for.
Chester suffered a similar fate to mine when he was a child. A fate that some kids have to go through and carry with them into adulthood. A fate that most suffer from till it robs them of their lives. To me he was one of those who survived despite the hurt. This is no longer a game. I need to fight for survival. I wish for happiness, I pray for luck but this has become greater than my petty wishes and worries. This is about survival.