My extended family used to do a thing where a bunch of us got together on a weekend near xmas and visited the graves of most of my grandparents. We sarcastically (and a little playfully irreverently) refered to it as The Dead Relatives Tour (DRT for short).
Today, Jen and I visited my parents’ grave in Tewksbury, then visited her grandparents and her aunt’s graves in Methuen. Has a new tradition been born? Could be.
In the old days we all went out to lunch together at a restaurant near the cemetery. Today? We just went home and heated up some leftovers from yesterday’s Thanksgiving for two feast.
Inside the Red Head's Head 
Sometimes, the simplicity of just being together in the moment, even over leftovers, creates the most lasting memories.
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