I think there are a lot of things I don't know. Some I would like to find out and some it is probably better if I don't. I went through a phase when I wasn't too well psychologically where I had to have double and triple locks on the doors. It was in kind of an old house that spooked me. I was down in the basement once and I got the distinct impression that someone had killed themself there. Later a neighbor told me that a former occupant had killed himself but I think they said it was in the yard, been awhile and didn't press for more details. Later I also found in some of the letters that my great aunt had to have triple locks on her doors. She died two years before I was born.
When I read this article, the thought crossed my mind maybe she didn't kill herself. She owned a couple of properties in Pasadena that would be worth a very lot of money today. But I think she did. She was mad at her family for some reason and filed a lawsuit against them about some farm property. Then she wrote everybody out of her will. Nobody tried to fight it, nor should they have necessarily, but I can't help wondering if her mental state influenced why she would leave all that property to the secretary of the lawyer who probably drew up the will and the secretary would have typed it. Isn't that an odd situation?
I do think things went down just as I pieced them together, and I never wanted to look into it too much.
On the offchance that she was murdered, and I mean offchance, sometimes people find peace when the truth is known. For a long time I've felt that something about her relates to my mental illness, possibly my father's depressions, my grandather's depressions, another flaky relative, another grand neice of hers killed herself by carbon monoxide in her garage. These things run in families sometimes.