|Lisa, my grandfather and I on a fall day long ago|
Last week, I was complaining about my life. Why so little of this? Why so much of that? Why so difficult? Blah blah blah. And my friend, my dear friend of these four decades, said, "You've got to stop it. You have to let it go."
"Stop what?" I asked. She said, "Nostalgia. It's all nostalgia."
"Huh? Nostalgia for what?"
And then she schooled me on nostalgia.