And so, I continue

On grief, learning to care for myself and facing my fears by once again, walking out my door

It was a beautiful day for a walk and Waffy and Tug’s ears danced on the breeze, heads outstretched in the spring sunshine, as we drove to the trailhead. We were meeting a friend of mine there and as we pulled in, her bright smile mirrored the brightness of the weather. It was almost summer and even with the dark fear of Waffle’s odd gait that had been …