Lucille died of pneumonia last week. After my mom’s father died, she moved to Hemet, California, to be near her sister and her friend Virginia, but her sister died almost 15 years ago, and Virginia moved to Florida a few years after that.
Lucille was cremated, and her ashes were sent to somewhere in Orange County. “Why Orange County?” I asked my mom.
“I don’t know why Orange County,” my mom said. She repeated the last three words as I did.
“What does it matter?” I heard my dad say in the background.*