This post reminds me of my mom. When she died we went through all of her belongings and very easily divided things among family members. One of the only things still at Dad's house that we have done nothing about are her journals. Who gets them? We can't decide...

Her journals were more like a calendar of what everyone in the family was doing. She didn't really write about her life. I wish she had. There's so much I would love to know that I can no longer ask her.