We met Lucille when we delivered groceries in Ventura to homebound elderly. Every week would would deliver her order of Lean Cuisine, Lays chips, ice cream, and diet Coke. Afterwards we would stay and talk. She lived alone and had never had children. Her nearest relative, her brother, lived hundreds of miles away.
It didn’t take us long to develop a special friendship with her and when she was moved into a nursing home we continued to visit. In the nursing home, she had one picture by her bed, a picture of us.
We didn’t get to say goodbye the way we had hoped.
I knew she had been buried in Idaho so once we made it to northern Utah I began my search to locate her grave so we could give a more proper goodbye. I discovered she was buried in a little town called Aberdeen. Once we arrived at our campground I asked the host if they knew where the cemetery was located. It happened to be only a few miles away.
That evening we packed a picnic complete with Lays and diet Coke for Lucille. As the sun set we reminisced and laughed about our times with her.
And I finally got to say my goodbye.
Love and Laughter,
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