25-30 years ago, my mum - very unwell (addiction and mental illness) - used to ring helplines a lot overnight, whilst I sat on the stairs waiting . She would end up so distressed that I’d usually have to take the phone from her and the voice on the other end would help me to settle mum … I was about 4-6 years old . I’ve never talked much to anyone about it as I found it very difficult .
One lady in particular on the phone was extraordinarily kind, she had a voice like Joanna Lumley and such a peaceful , gentle aura about her . We ended up meeting her a few times - I think maybe 5 or 6 times over a period of 7 years . Got Christmas cards etc, and she gave me some beautiful jewellery that I’ve still got .
The last time I saw her I was leaving school, so fourteen years ago - I remember telling her about my career ideas and she was so supportive . I’ve now got a degree and am 3/4 of the way to my dream career .
Mum moved house shortly after that last time, changed her mobile number and threw out her address book (illness) . She’s now dreadfully unwell again and I find myself remembering things from when I was tiny (flashbacks), being encouraged to discuss my early childhood in therapy, and often remember even when I was petrified that lady was always so wonderfully kind . I don’t think she was a trained counsellor, but she came across as someone who ‘knew’ a lot .
I never got the chance to thank her . She would be 70+ now and part of me wonders if she passed away, as Christmas cards just stopped - mum only moved 4 streets away and new tenants would have said if she received a card. I don’t even know her last name tbh, just an idea of what it might be, the town she lived near . Do have a photo of her too thankfully .
It would be futile to try and ‘find’ her wouldn’t it? She could be anywhere and as I say she might well have passed away years ago, or have dementia or something … or she might well not want to be contacted for some reason.
My early childhood is full of different people like her, dozens of social workers, foster carers, childminders, support workers - 99% of whom I never saw again and wouldn’t be able to trace - but she was the only one I really remember being kind .