Subj: Grandpa died . . .

My grandfather John, died of a cerebral hemorrage at the age of 59.

The entire family was gathered by his bed with my grandmother gently holding his hand.

His last words to my grandmother were, “Ruth, I have a headache.”

My grandmother’s last words to him were, “Who the hell is Ruth?” . . . her name being Betty.

So, who the hell was Ruth? Was she Grandpa’s great secret love or was it just a bit of ‘death’s at the door’ nonsense?

We never did find out, so I guess Grandpa’s secret went safely to the grave . . . well sort of.

Now secrets are funny things. People often find themselves desperately wanting to know a secret but then realize they really don't want to know it, once it's revealed.