Grief in signs and steps.

On grieving, continued living, and relearning how to walk the same paths without your soul dog.

We shuffled through the woods, the insects narrating each step we took as we walked closer to a destination we were unsure of. Whenever we trekked through the paths, my body felt like it buzzed in anticipation, my senses on full alert watching for animals and scanning for other humans who may cross our path.

The trees were barren with a slight hint of Sp…