The other night, I found myself scrolling through old photos on my phone.

Have you ever done this? Not meaning to, really. I mean, you know how it goes. You're

looking for that one specific photo and then suddenly you aren't three years deep in memory.

But there was this one photo that stopped me in my tracks. It wasn't anything special,

just a casual snapshot of my dad reading to one of my kids. In ordinary moments, I probably didn't

think twice about when I took it. But sitting there in the quiet of my living room,

looking at that picture, I felt this wave of emotion that, it just almost doesn't have words, right?

It takes the wind out of you, kind of you feel your heart just drop to your stomach.

Because now those ordinary moments, they're not possible anymore.

He's been gone for a number of years.

And suddenly I find myself missing these things.

I didn't even realize that I had taken for granted.

It's not something I actually talk about very much at all, to be honest.

But the way that he do, all the little voices when he would read,

how he'd always say, just one more page, but never actually stop it, just one.

But it's funny how Nastasha works like that.

Sometimes it's gentle, it's a warm reminder of good times.

But sometimes it hits you like a tidal wave, leaving you wondering why a simple memory can feel like

a comfort and also a punch in the gut at the same time.

So today we're talking about what to do when nostalgia pulls us down the rabbit hole,

not just the sweet memories,

but the complicated feelings that come with it.

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