Well after more than one attempt of driving down numerous gravel roads near and in the forest and the roads are not marked with street signs, we finally found the church and cemetery where my mother was buried 15 years ago.
Derek, Cecile's Dad, and I walked around the area and took in the sights. Derek was not even born and Kristian was only 4 or 5 at the time of her death. Derek did have a sweet moment when he took a flower and without knowing I was watching placed it on top of her grave stone...sweet sight for sure.
I now have the directions and I will bring Kristian out here the next time we can get to Louisiana.
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