Kurt Cobain he died in 1994 at the age of 27 because he took his own life with a gunshot. The leader of Nirvana revolutionized the world of rock music by practically inventing another genre: grunge. Despite having a very short life, Kurt embarked on a troubled love affair with Courtney Love from which their daughter was born Frances Bean Cobain. Precisely on the day of her 30th anniversary, the girl wrote a letter to her father which she then published on her Instagram profile.
The letter to Kurt Cobain
The letter that Frances Bean Cobain he wrote to dad Kurt Cobain reads like this: «Thirty years ago my father’s life ended. The second and third photos capture the last time we were together while he was still alive. Grandma Wendy (her mother) would often press her hands to my cheeks and tell me “you have her hands.” She smelled them like she was her only chance to keep him just a little bit closer, frozen in time. I hope you hold their hands wherever they are. For the past 30 years my ideas about losing him have been in a state of constant metamorphosis. The greatest lesson learned through grieving almost as long as I have been conscious is that it has a purpose. The dualism between life and death, pain and joy, yin and yang, must exist alongside each other otherwise none of it would have any meaning. It is the very nature of human existence that takes us deep into our most authentic life. As it turns out, there is no greater motivation to lean into loving awareness than knowing that everything ends.”
Frances’ words
Frances Cobain he continues by writing: «I wish I could have known my father. I wanted to know the cadence of his voice, how much he liked his coffee, or how he felt about tucking himself in after a bedtime story. I always wondered if he would catch tadpoles with me during the sweltering Washington state summers and if he smelled like Camel Lights and strawberry Nesquik (his favorite, I’m told). He gave me a lesson about death that can only come through the lived experience of losing someone. It is the gift of knowing for sure, when we love ourselves and those around us with compassion, with openness, with grace, how much more meaningful our time here becomes. Kurt wrote me a letter before I was born. The last line says, “wherever you go or wherever I go, I will always be with you.” He kept this promise because he is present in so many ways. Whether listening to a song or through the hands we share, in those moments I am able to spend some time with my father in a transcendent way. To anyone who has wondered what it would be like to live alongside the people they lost, I have you in my thoughts today. The meaning of our pain is the same.”
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