Germany, Italy, France, Ireland, Wales, England, Belgium
Grief is a journey; a difficult, heart-wrenching, gut-churning journey. It's not a place I would have ever asked to have gone, but I know that everyone who has ever loved someone will make this journey at some point in their life. My journey began on April 21, 2007 when my twenty-one year old brother, Zach, died in a tragic hiking accident outside his Air Force base in Aviano, Italy. I was fifteen years old at the time. But if grief is a journey, where do we go after the initial shock of losing a loved one has passed?
Well, seven years later my friend and I took a twenty-nine day backpacking trip across Europe where we retraced Zach's travels before he died. I am in the process of writing a book about my experience.