Dear John,

 

I don't even know why I'm writing this. I feel weird doing it. But for some reason I continue to write it. I hope you're happy. I hate thinking about the fact that you're no longer with us, but it comforts me to remember that in Heaven you can't feel any pain. I can still feel the pain here though. I often imagine seeing you in Heaven some day, I hope I do. I guess I could go

on and on about how much you've touched my life...which you have. But I'm sure you've touched many lives, so instead of doing that I'll just talk about my personal feelings I guess. I still feel weird writing this. I don't know if this will help me any personally, but hell it's worth a shot. By saying you're in my head I meant I'm listening to you right now. I'm having a

shitty time in my life and you make me feel better.

 

I wish I could have known you. How the hell I would have known you is beyond me, but at least I would have had a chance to meet you if I was alive when you were. Technically I was...I was born in April of '81 so I was "in the womb" when you died. It must be nice to be able to stop and think about how much you've changed the world and so many people's lives...how many people miss you. It must feel pretty damn good...it would to me.

 

I'm trying to get up to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame to see a display they have on you there. I only live 2 hours away so it shouldn't be too hard....I just have to find someone to go with. Ok, I'm rambling now..I mean, like you care. I've written some haikus about you. I'm not gonna share or anything cause again, like you care. But it relieves some of the

tension for me sometimes.

 

Ok, you mean the world to me. And I guess that's why I continued to write this considering how absolutely rediculous I feel. I hope you're happy. I hope you can see how many people love you and miss you here, and how much of an impact you've made.

 

I'll never forget you,

 

 

Whitney Jane

15th August 2001