I am a fifteen year old high school student. I fell in love with Kurt Cobain in 1991. I was in the fifth grade, living on a small island in the Pacific called Guam. Kurt saved me from my family. I heard he was dead in the eigth grade, when i lived in Hawaii. I have recently moved to Washington state, and a few weeks ago i had the oppertunity to visit Aberdeen, and go under the bridge that crosses the Wishkah river. While under there I left a heart shaped box with me and my friend's last goodbyes. It made me realize that he was gone. So many have left their mark under that bridge, saying a goodbye or two. Don't let anyone ever tell you Aberdeen loved Kurt Cobain. Tell them to go to hell. A lot of writing is under there, but if you look, you'll see that the signatures are the same ones over and over again. Me and Kurt have a special bond, even though we never met. I got lucky and he didn't. He was murdered, but not by Courtney or anyone else. If the finger must be pointed, then it should be pointed at all of us. I think that it is my fault he is gone now, but that is stupid thinking.He is gone, and we are empty now, because my generation has lost its voice; Kurt Cobain is dead, but who else out there feels guilty? That's what I thought. Am I the only one having sleepless nights, the voice of a DJ crying that Kurt Cobain IS Dead? I hope not.
Love and Hate,
Ian M. Young