The year was 1991.... a young fledgling rock star from Seattle was in pain. A lot of pain. Rigorous touring was not to blame. Soon the young musician realized something was wrong. Very wrong. His wife, that he'd had memories of but never actually met was missing from his life. From that time period in general. Trapped in 2012, she awaits a way back. A way back to change the future... a future that turns into a place with no Kurt Cobain.

A murder plot that turns into the most famous suicide in history, this site is dedicated to the small story of the husband who left a billion clues for the wife who figured them out.

Now her goal is to avenge her husband's death by pinning the murderer's with their crime...

Meanwhile she pours herself into her journal, awaiting the day she is finally reunited with her husband in time.

Letters to Kurt...

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

17 years...

Dear Kurdt,

I am high, in the clouds of peaceful bliss.... And I thought of you more today than I have in months -- even when I'm shredding your Teen Spirit from my own hands.

I looked through pictures... Stared... And stared some more at those beautiful blue eyes you once possessed. You looked like a sad, lost soul on the verge of becoming a lost angel.

But then I turned to your sweet image as you held on to hour first born baby girl, your eyes smiled into the camera... And it's apparent -- you would never, ever make a decision to leave her side.

You wrote about it in your journals, you spoke of it on the news. It's been exactly seventeen years and your songs are still sung, your heart is still felt, and your spirit continues to linger -- and then soar.

Remember that we are still here. We still care. And you are never forgotten. You deserved so much more than they gave you. And one day you will have your revenge.

Peace. Love. Empathy.<3