I felt my heart break when I heard of the passing of Chris Cornell. He's made a lifelong impression on my life and he lives forever in my heart.

I never nearly forget about my broken heart when I hear that unmistakable, undeniable beautiful voice. When I saw the news that Chris Cornell left us, I could not stop crying. I even unfriended someone on Facebook for saying they were tired of hearing about Chris Cornell. How could someone be so insensitive about this? How could CHRIS CORNELL leave us?

Chris Cornell has been with me ever since I can remember. My father introduced me to  Temple of the Dog, Soundgarden, and Audioslave. I can remember listening to "Revelations" and "Out of Exile" and "Badmotorfinger" and "Superunknown" over and over and over again. So much so, the lyrics and the album art are burned into my memory.

He taught me that missing someone is okay, getting hurt will happen and will pass and that being you, is all that you can do.

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The night that he passed I had a dream about him. A few days later, another dream. The other day I was at a local brewery and this guy had an edition of The Source from December 2016 with Chris Cornell on the cover. The magazine was sitting on the bar and I picked it up and hugged it with no hesitation. The nice man at the bar ended up giving me the copy and I'm forever grateful for this.

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I've seen Chris Cornell once, less than two weeks before he passed at the Carolina Rebellion. I could sense something was off. His singing, his guitar, all a bit out of tune. I didn't care that hundreds and thousands of people left during his set, I got to see him. I felt the connection. I even brought my acoustic guitar in hopes of getting him to sign it in the media tent.

Chris was not an artist we were able to interview, photograph, or talk to that weekend. There were plenty of amazing bands there at the Carolina Rebellion, but I brought that guitar for him.

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I wished he could have signed my guitar. Not just because I wanted his signature, but because I wanted the time with him. I wanted to tell him how much me and my dad both appreciate and love him. I wanted to say the words that would've stopped his death. I'm not sure what they are or what they would've been but I regret not having the chance to say them.

I believe that the dreams of him, seeing him for the first and last time at Rebellion and hugging the magazine that was gifted to me are all signs of him reaching out to me. Thank you, Chris Cornell.