My great grandmother wrote a diary and generations later it was found and printed piece by piece in the local newspaper as a weekly event. Another great granddaughter got possession of them and I have asked for a copy and offered to pay all costs. She never replied and I know it was sent to the correct address, so all I have is bits and pieces. My mother was adopted and this was her blood grandmother she never got to know. How wonderful it would have been to read the words to her when my mother’s eyesight failed. Mom had spent most of her life trying to find her blood family.
You never know who in the future would benefit from your words. I would not trash them.
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