Ten years ago, Kurt Cobain died. Now, with all this hype about everything, people are making money off the man. People are writing books about his death, who they can blame and they are selling his thoughts and journals. I dont care how he died or what others think about this death. The simple fact is that the man is gone. He is dead. So let it be. There is nothing any one can do about it. The Seattle Police will not reopen the file. No matter what any one does or what they think they can find on the whole situlation.

His widow is in more than she thought. She has lost the one thing that should matter in her life, her child. Frances, who has no idea of the world that surrounds her, is so innocent, yet so naive to the whole life that her father lived. Her mother is hiding things from her, only to keep her safe. Is that so? Is that how Kurt would want his daughter to know him? Now, Frances sleeps in the same place the Kurt once did. Under the eye view of her grandmother, who may tell her the real Kurt. The Kurt that we never knew.

This is my own personal page for the man. I couldnt begin to write about the influence that this man and his music has had over my life. This is something that people can view, and maybe think about. But this is from me. From my heart. The man wrote the music that would be the soundtrack to a generation of naive fucks who have no clue how to be normal or what to do. As well as the soundtrack of my life....

10 years to cry
It has taken ten years for me to cry
I never seen you, I never met you
But we were together all the time
You changed the way I was
You helped me grow up in so many ways
The independence I had, was gained from you
I tried to gather as much of you as I could
Each of us have our own secret treasures
And we try to "out do" one another
I've tried to blame you for the way I am
But its only made me so much stronger
I made my greatest passion about you
I always had you in my mind
You lead me through my darkest day
You listened to me without even knowing
I can look can on that April day
Any time I want---
I invision your last steps, your last words
It is still so hard to believe that its been so long
We can't believe you are gone
You know you took a small piece of us with you
Its taken 10 years to fill the void you left
And it will take another 10 years to replace you

Rest In Peace Kurt