In the future, I would definitely wish for my loved ones to read my journals when I pass. The main reason being, at that point, it is not about my own desires. I will not stir in my grave if my privacy is breached by someone else reading my personal journal. What matters most is my loved ones receiving closure on my death, by having one last piece of me or understanding my thoughts or feelings. It would be instrumental in the grieving process to have something of me that can help them make peace with everything, when I am no longer around to give answers.
Besides that, journals are a way of immortalizing oneself. In just one or two generations, all records of a person will disappear. No one will remember you personally, besides as a name on a tomb. But in a journal, thoughts and emotions can live on forever. Even if it is simply as a single page in a anthology of journals in the distant future with no name attached and only a guess on time period, it will be enough for me for someone to acknowledge my existence.
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