I stopped reading on my Kindle when Lynn passed 11+ years ago, for no other reason than I stopped doing a lot of “normal” things – watching movies, hanging out with friends, etc. Reading was just another thing lost in the “new abnormal” when your life and routines suddenly changes. I picked my Kindle back up in June 2023 when I traveled to the Philippines with the family, and finally had time in years to indulge in fun reading. I remember seeing my Kindle history for the first time since Lynn passed, and being hit with anxiety and nostalgia. My Kindle history showed what I had been reading when she passed  – it was still on the page I was reading the night she passed away. My Kindle history also showed a snapshot of my life December 2014 and previous, like it was frozen in time. And in a sense it was, that was the last moment of the “before”, and the moment right before the “and after.” Wowza, it was like looking through a window of my previous self. I skimmed the history of my reading, which showed my and out interests, and I think of how naive and unknowing I was of what was to come. There were books that I knew Lynn would want to read, or that reflected her interests. Books about trips we wanted to take, biographies of people I was inspired by at that time in my life. It was a rather surreal feeling, looking at a part of my life that I loved, that I could ALMOST touch.