Back in Time

Wishing I Could Visit the Past

Transferring photos from an old album into a new one has made me even more nostalgic.

Sometimes I wish I could go back in time — jump on a plane and visit the past like I visit Grenada or Paris. It’s not so much that I have regrets. I just want to be better immersed in my own network of history. There are so many moments I would have paid closer attention to so as not to forget. Most are simple moments I’d savor more if I had a second chance.

I wish the present could borrow people from the past. Having lost someone I love (my mother), time is both a gift and a thief. I am grateful for every moment I have lived and all that life has given. I am thankful for all the time I’ve spent with those I love. Every second shared with family is a gift to me.

But time has also taken things. It has stolen family members and memories and put an ever-widening chasm between then and now. I cannot return. I can’t live in the past. I can only try to remember. But sometimes I wish I could really go back.

The past few years have been teeming with nostalgia for me. It’s now been more than 21 years since my mother passed away, and the loss has felt heavier than usual lately. In part, it’s because I’ve seen loved ones endure losses that reflected and so reinvigorated my own. I’ve also seen the dearth of support and wisdom my mom was uniquely equipped to offer — able to occupy a space in my family that…