Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night...

Will keep me out of a cemetery.

I spent a few hundred miles in the car this month. I was lucky enough to have my mother as my companion for some of those miles.

Me: "Mom, it's 34 degrees, and the wind is blowing, and there's snow on the ground....But what if we stopped at a random cemetery on th--"

Mom: "Yes."

Some mothers and daughters cook or get pedicures together. We take the path less traveled-- and usually end up brushing snow from our pant legs or scraping mud from our shoes. I would have it no other way.