Maybe this is a memorial park for Kurt Cobain, but to me it almost feels like a holy place that makes me want to pray for people to be better parents, less selfish.įrom the 'Come as you are' sign as you enter town, and this small and simple memorial park. It makes me want to cry for him and all the lost children. It's easy for me to stand beneath this bridge and see a little blonde boy lost in his thoughts, wishing for something better in his life, wondering what it all means. We know his modest childhood home is just down the street, and we know there was very little happiness for him there.
The Wishkah River isn't lovely here, but I love rivers, and I like to hope that Kurt found at least a little serenity here. I found the place to be just another place under a bridge, like so many other thousands of places being occupied by unhappy, lonely or just day-dreamy kids right this very minute all across this country. Getting to the memorial park is easy enough with GPS or simply by asking anybody because everybody who lives there knows. I hope they manage to ignite energy and vitality into the place again - that would be a good thing. Perhaps there are people there who are imagining a way to bring the core of the town back to life. It's a place that feels old, used up, forgotten. Kurt Cobain apparently found very little happiness in Aberdeen and neither did I.
