I thoroughly enjoyed Lucinda Kinsinger’s column, “Remnants of a Life” (February). It is food for thought as I move into the later years of life. I, too, have wondered where my journals might end up. While wanting complete freedom to express all my emotions and secrets, is it safe to do so? I’ve thought of storing them in a box labeled “Destroy Upon Joyce’s Death,” but would my wish be honored? My parents were not journal writers, but how I would cherish having such handwritten words today. My two daughters have not expressed interest in inheriting my many journals. Therefore, I have decided to deal with one journal at a time, reread or skim it prayerfully and then burn it, as a symbol of returning it to the earth, where one day I will join them.

Joyce Willcox Hunsberger, Souderton, Pa.