missing my hiking buddy in huron national forest

Last weekend, I drove out to Huron National Forest, thinking a good hike might clear my head. The place was beautiful as always—tall pines, the sound of birds, and that fresh, earthy smell you only get in the woods. But honestly, it just didn’t feel the same. My brother, who was also my best friend, used to be right by my side on these trails. We’d always get lost at least once, argue over which path to take, and then laugh about it later over sandwiches. Now, every turn just reminds me he’s not here anymore. I know a lot of us in our age group have lost someone close, and it’s tough. I keep thinking, should I keep hiking these trails alone, or is it better to find a new hiking partner? Or maybe join a local group? Part of me feels guilty even thinking about replacing those memories, but another part just misses the company. Have any of you gone back to your favorite spots after losing someone? Did it help, or just make things harder? Sometimes I wonder if it’s better to make new memories or just let the old ones be. Would love to hear how you handled something like this. And if you’ve got a sibling or a close friend, maybe give them a call today. You never know when it’ll be the last hike together. #griefjourney #hikingmemories #huronnationalforest #midlifemusings #siblinglove #Travel