Three years ago, my family went to the Smoky Mountains. It was a memorial trip to spread my father's ashes. We had a few private, somber moments, but besides that we had a lot of fun and tried to create new memories while trying to remember old ones. It was one of his favorite places that we as a family visited, so it was important to go back. I haven't been anywhere since.
I was supposed to go to Mississippi this winter, but I ended up injuring myself, so I wasn't able to go. My sister and I are talking about a road trip this summer, but who knows if that will happen.