I’ve caught myself reminiscing about days gone by a few times recently.
Good memories of a walk along the beach getting to know a guy, even though nothing came of it. Good memories of enjoying yum-cha with the family ‘on release’ from hospital when I’d either just had Sarah or was about to have her, can’t remember that part which is terrible I know! The food seemed extra special having eaten hospital food for a week or so.
I’m finding that reminiscing can bring sparks of hope. There’s nothing like hope to keep us going. It’s good.