I never expected Kurt to actually die. He was supposed to break the code and live forever. I’m pretty disillusioned right now. When I was very young, like 12, I went to his study to ask him for answers to this world. He said he didn’t know any more than I did and that he was experiencing everything I was at the very same time. I think it was during the Cuban missile crisis and I was scared. He said he didn’t have a clue. From there on out I regarded him as a fellow clueless comrade who had no extra advantage or wisdom above me. He pulled no rank as ‘Father’ and for that I am eternally grateful.
Though he was the smartest man I ever met and I am rather limited.
Even so he made me feel equal at a very early age and taught me to question authority where ever I found it.
Thank you everyone out there for getting him and loving him and missing him.
Stumbling across a note from Kurt Vonnegut's daughter is a reminder of the genius we lost and the genius we gained.