One of my many tasks I laid out for myself, I mean. I went to Houma to visit my good friend Ian Haydel's grave. It was an odd experience, and I don't have much to say about it. It was different than I expected, but not in a bad way. I don't think there is much to say about grave visiting, really. I do dearly miss him, but on goes my life.
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