Workin' On My Shit
I asked Mom (via email) for a casserole recipe she used to make when my brother and I were kids. (She'd boil the pasta, assemble the dish, and stick it in the fridge, then go to work the 4pm-midnight shift; Dad would come home a few hours later from the 8am-6pm shift and bake it.)
And I asked Dad (via email) to burn me some CDs of our family pictures. (Yes, we're a family of nerds and our photo albums are mostly digital.) Especially stuff from when we went camping and to the shore - lots of good memories there.
Maybe those'll help me stick some more concrete positive memories into the narrative.