I was just doing something simple—getting some stamps off of the refrigerator. You know, you don’t need to use stamps to mail letters anymore. I have this big stock of stamps. The stamps are so old that they are curling up. I guess the adhesive is failing.

And I think to myself—my husband was still alive when I bought these. I think the same thing when I see something dated back then, especially if it is something I wrote or a file I saved.

I don’t know why I do that to myself.

Why can’t time stand still?

Why can’t I go back in time and just live in the past?

Why couldn’t it stay like that forever?

Why do I do this to myself?