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