To Boddah. You're such a Tearjerker.

Dear Kurt,

I'm having trouble deciphering the relationship with your invisible friend. It's been said that "Boddah" was an imaginary friend you had in your adulthood. Which, is understandable given your character...

But the attachment of the name to your "suicide" note is another very insightful mistake from the forger. It is clear that through notebook, after notebook after notebook you have written hundreds of letters to friends, relatives, journalists.... the works. But not a single public letter other than the "suicide" note has ever been revealed where you literally start with:

"To/Dear Boddah."

I believe that this is an extremely obvious ploy to convince the reader of the note that this would, without a doubt conclude that the full letter was written with your hand by 1) Having the strangely larger handwriting at the top and 2) Followed by the strangely different handwriting at the bottom, essentially concluding the note as a "whole."

I also believe that anyone who knows you extremely well, would assume the one surefire way to convince the public that this was in fact your full note would be to use a term (i.e. Boddah) that is more personal and uniquely yours. But instead of it actually convincing us that this was in fact you, it actually appears even more like a desperate attempt to prove it's you, but is actually a little too over the top.

Just another observation that will never change the fact that every article or listing of your name will forever be followed by this : 1967-1994 (suicide).

It sickens me to no end how they tore your character apart. How the world just.... bought it. It's not right, it's not fair and it's unjustifiable. You had a life. You had a life that will never be again. How could someone do that and just go on with theirs?

You toured with a band in the early 90's who have, in the last couple decades... became... larger than life. They knew you. Face to face. Person to person. And they are like all the others. The paper says suicide. So.... it must be suicide. If they cared so much, so much for you... why didn't they look at the proof? The proof that has shown so many of us with common sense... the truth.

They wrote you a song. And the lyrics are beautiful. The guitarist had a lot in common with you -- "We're so trendy we can't even escape ourselves."

The song goes something like this...

My mouth fell open

Hoping that the truth

Would not be true

Refuse the news

I'm feeling sick now
What the fuck am I

Supposed to do

Just lose and lose

First time I saw you

You were sitting

Backstage in a dress

A perfect mess

You never knew this

But I wanted badly

for you to requite my

love

Left on the floor

Leaving your body

When highs are the

lows and lows are

the way

So hard to stay

Guess now you know

I love you so

I liked your whiskers

And I liked the dimple in

your chin your pale blue

eyes

You painted pictures cause

the one who hurts

Can give so much

You gave me such

Peace... Love... Empathy,

Justice Seeker.

p.s. If there is a God, and a Heaven... and you're soul is there as we speak. Did you know it was happening? I often wonder, if people's lives that end by the hand of another's if they realize as they go, what just took place.