Healing isn’t about forgetting, but about carrying our love differently. Each mile walked, each sunrise witnessed, each stranger’s kindness—these became threads in a tapestry of resilience. Whether you travel across oceans or simply step outside your front door, movement changes you. It doesn’t promise escape, but it offers perspective. It teaches you that even in the wilderness of sorrow, there are paths—sometimes faint, sometimes winding—that lead you back to light. Grief may never leave us entirely. But neither does love.