the photograph by Penelope Lively

I found this book to be very unsettling.  It follows several people who are dealing with a new piece of information about a loved one who has died.  The questions that arise about what they knew of her and who she was made them question every little thing about her.  Would going over every last thing make a difference?  Does it change anything?  I would like to think for myself that I would let the past be the past and remember what I wanted to and not let things taint that.  I just felt very uncomfortable reading the book.