Friends who would have given everything for you, thousands if not hundreds of millions of admirers and people whose lives you changed in such a profound way that I doubt you were able to notice it, dear Kurt. A little girl (just over 6 months old. April 1994) who today, in the spring of 2025, has made you a grandfather. She is quite a woman, she inherited your talent for art and photography. Your sensitivity for animals, especially kittens, and for reasons that only she will know, is not close with the love of your life, Courtney...
31 years have passed, dear friend. I doubt very much that the elements and the seasons have damaged your final resting place in Aberdeen, Washington. I know that your grave has for decades been a place that gathers millions of people to honour you with their visits each year. I would like to please you and tell you that the world has forgotten you, but it is not only infamous, it would be cruel... As I said at the beginning of this brief confession, my friend, I don't think you were aware of how much the world loved you in 1994, and still loves you now.
I'm the same age as Frances, you know. She's from August 1992, I'm from November. Which means, I didn't belong to the generation that idolised you and understood your anguish and problems... Nor even less to your followers of alternative music, ultra dirty punk rock and that captivating and beautiful pop that always enchanted you, such as The Beatles or The Vaselines... Still, Kurt, I grew up hearing what you did with your friends: Krist, Chad, Pat, Dave, and many more that sadly my memory is not able to recall at this moment...
I think you would be an extremely happy man with what Frances has accomplished. She's found love, she's a mother herself, as you yourself have become; she doesn't use drugs or follow the vices of a society, which I'm afraid, hasn't changed much since the one you knew well in 1994. Kris has changed, you know, I don't know him, and I'm speculating too much by merely mentioning what you're about to read. But he can never forgive himself that the last meeting between the two of you was a fight. I know you know how much your friend loved you, and you even understand why you fought in that car park in Tacoma, Seattle, just 10 days before your death....
We'll never really know what your last hours were like, and better yet, why, Kurt? I don't judge you, I would never dare.... But as a woman who is also the mother of a little girl, and a lover of your music and your art, I am consumed with the obsession of thinking about what would have happened if you had stayed in Los Angeles, or gone with Duff McKagan, or even completed that project with Michael Stipe from R.E.M.; which I almost forgot, but you never left your daughter alone. He cared for her and loved her, as you would, Kurt.... You had few friends, but Krist, they are definitely as exceptional as you are. Today you would be a grandfather, but you marked yourself young, handsome, beautiful and indelible. We will never forget you. Neither we, your fans nor your friends or her, your precious daughter, Frances.
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