Best person you've ever known

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Now everyone's had a vent about horrible people, a chance to laud the lovely ones. I vote one of my oldest friends who despite at times struggling with severe MH issues has been a wonderful friend, dedicated professional and always tries to see the positive, without being a walkover. She's generous, calm, lives very simply and has that rarest of gifts, complete integrity. She's who I wish I could be. And I know I'm not BU😁

My dad.
He's kind,honest,respectful loving,generous and a proper old fashioned type gentleman. And he does the best bear hugs!
I love and respect him so much. It's corny,but he really is my hero.

My best friend, will do anything for anyone without asking for anything in return, always upbeat and loves my dc!

@JustLyra oh what a beautiful touching story.
I'd love to watch a movie made out of this ❤️🥺

@JustLyra

My ‘other’ MIL

My MiL is wonderful. However my O-MIL is the most amazing and inspirational woman ever.

Her daughter, my DH’s first wife, died cruelly young when her DS was tiny. OMIL and MIL supported and pulled my DH through it. OMIL did that despite her own obvious grief.

Then when, in time, DH met me she was kind and supportive, even though it must have been awful for her to see. When DS was 10 he said he wanted to call me Mum. I was really conflicted as I have very strong views on people who parachute new partners into their kids lives and quickly have them calling them Mum/Dad.

OMIL took me out for the day and made my cry by saying “My DD loved being a Mummy. Her biggest fear when she was dying was leaving him. She would be very happy that he now has an amazing Mum to look after him.”

Whilst she obviously adores DS1 the most she is also “Granny Name” to my girls and to the children DH and I have gone on to have together as well. And somehow she insists that she is the lucky one that we let her! It’s us that are lucky to have her.

My MIL is also the mother I never had so I’m very lucky.

Yep, tear here too.

Justlyra that is the most perfectly beautiful story. What a woman your OMIL is and what a woman you are.

One of my closest friends. She had the kind of face that made you just know she was lovely - she radiated warmth.

She was the kindest person I have ever known, and an astonishing Mum. Her husband left her very suddenly and unexpectedly for somone else. She never said anything bad about him, she just bit her tongue and carried on, always being reasonable about access despite pretty poor behaviour on his part.

She didn't have much money after her divorce, but she secretly saved up for months to take me away when I was going through a hard time. One day when I was really struggling, she walked 4 miles each way with 2 small children, one in a pushchair, the other standing on the back, just to cheer me up.

As well as being lovely, she was strong and always stood up for what she believed in. Her children have carried that on into their own adulthoods.

She died in her 30s, from a particularly wicked form of cancer, which took away so much, very quickly, including her ability to speak. She continued being the same wonderful person until the very end.

My husband. We've been married for 16 years and he is the most patient person I know. He is also the calmest, caring and most forgiving person. He always thinks about others and continuously tries to help those who need it. I've never met anyone who compares to him. He is so easy to live with and we have always been the closest to each other even through some very difficult times. He tries his best to make life easier for me and I do the same for him.
We very rarely fight and whatever issues we've had over the years have pretty much been about others; never ourselves.
It isn't always easy of course. Some family members have done a lot to try to ruin our relationship over the years but we both trust each other and it has helped keep us together.

I know so many wonderful people. Much more than I know terrible people. It fills me with joy and hope for my children. I am truly blessed to be surrounded by so many amazing friends and family.

My mum is the most selfless and kind person I know. Never has a bad word to say about anyone and would help anyone in a heartbeat. My SIL is the same. She has such a good heart and is super kind and caring.

My Dad. ❤️

Probably my MIL. She’s a beacon of love and light and has the most lovely soul. That’s the best way I can describe her. She just loves her family so much, worships her grandchildren, loves nature and the world and sees the best in everything.
But don’t cross her family... she’ll get ya! 😂

My grandchilds teacher. Everyone loves her. She is just incredibly kind, compassionate and has a lovely way about her. Can't describe just how lovely she is

@JustLyra

My ‘other’ MIL

My MiL is wonderful. However my O-MIL is the most amazing and inspirational woman ever.

Her daughter, my DH’s first wife, died cruelly young when her DS was tiny. OMIL and MIL supported and pulled my DH through it. OMIL did that despite her own obvious grief.

Then when, in time, DH met me she was kind and supportive, even though it must have been awful for her to see. When DS was 10 he said he wanted to call me Mum. I was really conflicted as I have very strong views on people who parachute new partners into their kids lives and quickly have them calling them Mum/Dad.

OMIL took me out for the day and made my cry by saying “My DD loved being a Mummy. Her biggest fear when she was dying was leaving him. She would be very happy that he now has an amazing Mum to look after him.”

Whilst she obviously adores DS1 the most she is also “Granny Name” to my girls and to the children DH and I have gone on to have together as well. And somehow she insists that she is the lucky one that we let her! It’s us that are lucky to have her.

My MIL is also the mother I never had so I’m very lucky.

I think this will be the loveliest thing written on here today , It sounds like everyone is very lucky to be part of your special family .

My dad 💙

My Friend "S" she has always been "there" for me, her quiet support of me through all the shit I've been through in the last 2 years has been awesome.
Also Auntie "R" she is now in her 90's never had any DC's but has always been the go to person for all her neices and nephews and an honoury grandparent to all their children.

@JustLyra

My ‘other’ MIL

My MiL is wonderful. However my O-MIL is the most amazing and inspirational woman ever.

Her daughter, my DH’s first wife, died cruelly young when her DS was tiny. OMIL and MIL supported and pulled my DH through it. OMIL did that despite her own obvious grief.

Then when, in time, DH met me she was kind and supportive, even though it must have been awful for her to see. When DS was 10 he said he wanted to call me Mum. I was really conflicted as I have very strong views on people who parachute new partners into their kids lives and quickly have them calling them Mum/Dad.

OMIL took me out for the day and made my cry by saying “My DD loved being a Mummy. Her biggest fear when she was dying was leaving him. She would be very happy that he now has an amazing Mum to look after him.”

Whilst she obviously adores DS1 the most she is also “Granny Name” to my girls and to the children DH and I have gone on to have together as well. And somehow she insists that she is the lucky one that we let her! It’s us that are lucky to have her.

My MIL is also the mother I never had so I’m very lucky.

What a lovely story, I have to say though, for your OMIL to have such trust in you, and to love you so much, you must be a really special person yourself @JustLyra

My oldest sister, no contest.
She raised me and my other siblings while my mum struggled with her mental health, she paid for me and my brother to do activities when we were kids, she convinced me to go to therapy when my anxiety became unbearable. She is always willing to help anyone, she’s a regular blood donor, a loving aunt, a thoughtful gift-giver, she puts other people first so often that I actually worry about her.
She’s always prepared, too, she’s always got a plaster or a packet of tissues or a needle and thread when someone needs one. She’s just probably the most thoughtful person I’ve ever met.

A Teacher when I was a young teen having fallen apart in his lesson. Took me out of room, told rest of class to get on with work and took me to a quiet space to talk.

He was the only person who was upfront with me about my DF dying of Cancer. Everyone else was telling me that it would be fine and my DF would recover.

He was totally honest and told me it was highly unlikely that my DF would pull through but that he would no longer be suffering. He also shared that he understood my pain having lost his wife to same disease.

Told me that grief would be hideous but that the pain would lessen as time goes on. Also gave me good advice on how to deal with my grief.

My DF died a few days later.

Some people might wonder why I see my teacher as being kind. I see him as being kind because he was upfront at a time when I most needed an adult to be honest with me, and gave me some very sound advice for dealing with my loss.

My neighbour, who is interesting, funny and eccentric in equal measure.

He's says things like "I'm going to a dance at the weekend", and on closer questioning it turns out the dance is in Brittany and he's cycling there (we do not live in France)

He also positively encourages teen DS's musical interests, despite living in a terraced cottage.

Also my Dad. I was a child of the late 1940's/50s and he was nothing like the men often mentioned from that era on here. He worked hard, did his share of housework, childcaring, was kind, funny, gentle and loving. I set my relationship bar according to his standards when I started dating, that soon had to come down. .

@JustLyra

My ‘other’ MIL

My MiL is wonderful. However my O-MIL is the most amazing and inspirational woman ever.

Her daughter, my DH’s first wife, died cruelly young when her DS was tiny. OMIL and MIL supported and pulled my DH through it. OMIL did that despite her own obvious grief.

Then when, in time, DH met me she was kind and supportive, even though it must have been awful for her to see. When DS was 10 he said he wanted to call me Mum. I was really conflicted as I have very strong views on people who parachute new partners into their kids lives and quickly have them calling them Mum/Dad.

OMIL took me out for the day and made my cry by saying “My DD loved being a Mummy. Her biggest fear when she was dying was leaving him. She would be very happy that he now has an amazing Mum to look after him.”

Whilst she obviously adores DS1 the most she is also “Granny Name” to my girls and to the children DH and I have gone on to have together as well. And somehow she insists that she is the lucky one that we let her! It’s us that are lucky to have her.

My MIL is also the mother I never had so I’m very lucky.

Just made me cry, so lovely !! Blessings and love to you all.

Puts my MIL in perspective. And makes me miss my own lovely mum more!
Xxx

My grandad
I was bred to look after him in his old age so the adults didn’t have to bother with him
We had the most amazing relationship-he made my childhood safe and loved (which was in short supply with my parents and others around me)
He died when I was 14 and it’s something I’ve never come to terms with

My friend Nina-she was my second mum-never judged,was always respectful and was always there for me-we lost her a few years ago-the kids and I miss her greatly

My father in law-we lost him in feb
I’ve never met anyone like him-he was always there,never taking sides,loved me like a daughter and lived life to the beat of his own drum

My mother in law-she is the most gentle,loving,amazing woman I’ve ever met
She is who I want to be when I’m a granny-if I can be half the woman she is then I won’t go far wrong

Parents aside, a work colleague from the 1970's.
We were nurses on an Oncology ward.
She was slightly older than most of the staff and had a fair bit of surgery TTC. This was before IVF was readily available.
She was the kindest, most empathetic nurse plus she volunteered for Marriage Guidance, before it became Relate.
She even managed to have a book printed about terminal care and dying.
What a woman.
I don't think that she was particularly religious but was very spiritual (not in the Woo sense).
I only knew her for about 18 months as she did eventually get pregnant, had her baby and moved away.
I'm delighted to have known her.

This thread makes me want to be a better person - thank you

What a lovely thread 💖
I'm exceptionally lucky to count most of my friends as truly wonderful people. Amongst those is my exSIL who is so warm, wise, beautiful and funny. Despite the fact that I'm getting divorced from her brother, we still call each other 'sis'.

My dad