This story takes place shortly after I turned 18. I had turned 18, two weeks ago and graduated fro High School all in the same week. The following week, my parents were both killed in a serious vehicle accident, leaving just me. I had no sisters or brothers, and only my maternal grandparents. My grandparents were my mom's mother and father and lived on a farm about an hour away. By the way, my name is Mathew.
After my parents passed, my grandparents came to the house to help me sort out everything. Not only did I take my parents death very hard, my grandparents did as well. Grandpa had arranged for a hired farm hand to take care of the animals, crops, and place while they came to stay with me and help me sort out my parents affairs. Mom and dad in their will had left their bank accounts, life insurance, cars, and house to me. As sad as it was losing them, I was set financially.
Over the next few days, my grandparents helped me make the final arrangements for my parents. They both loved the ocean, and had requested that they be cremated and their ashes spread into the ocean together, which we did. After that we returned back to what was now my house together and started to process of going through things. After about two weeks, my grandparents returned to the farm leaving me to do with things as I saw fit.
After they left, I started clearing out things and going through old boxes and their personal safes and lock boxes. Our home was a single level rancher style home with only a small attic for storage. There was much up there, so most of the things that I needed to tend to were in the lock boxes and personal safes. So I started to go through each slowly and carefully. One of the lock boxes only contained old warranties and papers etc. The other contained some very risque pictures of my mom, dad, several other men and women that I did not know, as well as my grandparents.