Monday, September 17, 2007

When Grandpappy Has A Secret...

I saw this letter in "Ask Amy" recently, on the subject of people finding "embarrassing possessions" in their deceased loved ones' homes after their deaths:

Dear Amy: Grandpa died more than 10 years ago, and Grandma has recently gone into assisted living. This has left my mom, aunt and grandchildren to go through things at the house.

My grandmother seemingly had nothing to hide. Nothing juicy in her dressers, no hidden cache of naughty bits. My grandpa, however, left marijuana joints hidden in desk drawers and in his toolboxes.

We figure these came from his brother, also long deceased, who grew marijuana in his back yard. We also found porn in the garage tucked in with repair manuals -- and pictures of naked Army buddies sunbathing in Fiji during WW II. All of this from a pretty strict Catholic.

People are human. They have vices. None of us was disgusted, shocked or appalled at what we found. I'm going to leave behind something, I'm sure, that others will raise their eyebrows at. Who cares? You're gone.

-- Not Ashamed

Whoever Grandpa was, he's my frickin' HERO! Especially the part about the photos:

"Naked Army buddies"?

Go Grandpa!


Blogger Johnny C said...

For a while I had a porn buddy who would take out all the porn from my computer and apartment if anything happened to me. At this point though I'm sort of like who cares. All cards on the table at that point...

6:42 PM  
Blogger Aaron said...

No kidding...most of my close friends/loved ones have SOME idea who I am...and I'm sure their husbands/wives look at at least mainstream--erm--"erotica"--anyway.

10:21 PM  
Blogger Stephen Rader said...

Any idea where we can... ummm... see those pictures of naked army buddies? :)

10:37 AM  
Blogger Aaron said...

If only!

11:35 AM  
Anonymous Sarah said...

I think it would be great if you're having to go through a loved ones things to come across a couple joints. Grandpa obviously left those behind to so the grieving family would have something there to help lighten the mood.

1:10 PM  
Blogger Aaron said...

I know, I especially loved the joints! The closest parallel I can draw is when my dad left and mom and I were going through his work room in the basement. There was a plastic margarine container marked "Very Good!" in pencil. And inside were six or seven seeds.

We sort of smirked at each other and kept it.

5:26 PM  
Blogger David said...

Naked army buddies? Gramps was a closeted pothead.

2:07 PM  

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