That sentimental longing and wishful rosy view of times gone by is a natural byproduct of life's ever forward motion. The restless sands of time move along, carrying away from of those we have loved from time to time. If we are fortunate, new wonderful people drift to us on our journey down time's river. Okay, enough with the metaphors!
Nostalgia for things grows as we age. Those things that survive the restless years, that elude the destructive grip of time, become precious reminders of our past and those we once knew and still love. For me, I look forward every year to the emergence of the Christmas ornaments, especially the old Shiny Brites that have been passed down in the family since my parents were kids. They are like old friends come back, reminding me of the stories of family and friends gathered for Christmas celebrations.
There are other treasures from the past that have the same appeal. We inherited a cabinet full of Midwestern gifts for special occasions, usually weddings, from the 1920s to the 1950s and it is a case of nostalgia. It is also a wonderful record of what was considered special when.
Enjoy those things of the past and all that is associated with them. Let the memories come. Then, gently set them down in a safe place, ready for your return when you need them, and move forward into the land of the living. Enjoy.