Another summer trip to Logan Canyon. I was alive and functioning but still pretty grief-y. I was worried about getting trained up for the long relay in August, though, and when I'm with my writing Hive (Utah is the beehive state) we work and then we play. So we made some hikes.
There were times I felt like I couldn't breathe, that my legs wouldn't work, that I might collapse in sadness and shame.
But my friends just accepted all of that, and we took one step at a time, and made it up the mountain. We sat on a rock and took it in, able to look straight down into the canyon below. It would have been so easy to fall. But I didn't.