A couple of friends from university died recently - cancer in both cases. I'm organising a college reunion of around 30 mutual friends in memoriam for them both later in the year. It will be forty years since we all first met.
I am drowning in nostalgia looking at pictures of us all when we were teenagers, so much so that I seem to spend a lot of my time daydreaming about how my life might have turned out if I'd made different decisions.
It's beginning to feel like I much prefer living in the past to the present.
Is it just grief, or does anyone else get like this?