:::OshnSoul:::

May sound strange, but I have a story for you.

When I was 14 (1993) I started getting into Nirvana, not an ultimate fan, but I sure loved them- espeically Kurt.
Never got a chance to see them in concert, but then in 1994, Kurt died. I was in shock. I didn't know what to think. Man, someone who has incredible talent and a family has just killed himself (or so we are led to believe- I don't know).
I quietly and secretly mourned for his death, although I was not able to make it to his vigil. I wondered why I felt the way I did- it was almost like a connection.
One night I had this dream that he was standing with me (and my grandma) in my house and I was bawling my eyes out. He simply smiled and said with a soft voice, "I am okay now. I am always here." And he just held me for the longest time.
That is one of the few dramatically vivid dream I have ever had.
Soon after that dream, I was meditating one day and I was thinking of him. All of the sudden I open my eyes and I see myself hugging him for what seemed forever. Then, all of the sudden, I heard something that startled me. It sounded like something fell in my closet- I looked in there, but nothing was out of place.
Strange to say, but I feel that Kurt is with me- kind of like my Guardian Angel. It's an awesome feeling really, because underneath whatever he was and that was going on in his life, he is a spirit like the rest- and I always felt that he had a strong, warm soul.