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By Carrie Thompson

My son, Ben, 23 when he died, was always most at home when he was outside. The year after his death, I hiked 48 of the state’s tallest mountains in his memory. Every step, trail and summit — whether socked in or wide open — has been a way to heal.

我的儿子Ben离世的时候只有23岁，他生前是个喜欢户外活动的人，在户外甚至要比在家里还自在。在他离世后的那一年，我徒步穿越了新罕布什尔州最高的48座山峰，以此来纪念他。每一步，每一条小道，每一个山顶，无论是跌跌撞撞，还是一路坦途，都是治愈之路。

About a month after his death, my husband and I hiked Carter Dome and Mount Hight, grief weighing heavy in our hearts and legs. Standing on the summit, I looked out across the mountains my son loved. For a moment, the magnitude of Ben’s death faded into the timeless expanse, and I could breathe.

大概在Ben离世后一个月，我和丈夫去了卡特穹顶和蒙特高山，丧子之痛让我们心情压抑，步伐沉重。站在山顶，我望向那些儿子曾热爱的山峰。一时间，Ben离世所带来的沉重打击，逐渐消解在了永恒的浩瀚当中，我仿佛终于喘了一口气。