My Grandfather's Death

I am still in the air on whether I should read the letters, or let them lie (although both definitions of this word work here, I do not currently precieve the letters to be untruthful). I have scan several and can divide the letters evenly between three piles; letters written that are painfully sad, letters written that are the day to day lives of a close family unaccustomed to the use of the phone, and letters written that contain information of an embarrasing nature. It is these last letters that I am afraid to read.

There is a mixture of letters written to my grandmother, and letters written to her parents. It is to be expected in any family when someone was troubled by the actions of someone else these concerns (tattles) are reflected in the correspondences. It is only to be supposed that these letters were not meant to be shared with some unknown reader in the future. And as I am easily embarassed by imagining others embarassed, I am hesitant to read on.

I did overread a letter from my aunt to my grandmother about the death of my dad's father. I have always known that his death was a big deal, he was the cornerstone of my fathers world. I am now impressed with the impact his death had on the lives of everyone in my family, not just his.