To ask what random people you think about now and again?

[AiyaNapawithmorenaps]

Here's my list
1.) ex colleague who was sure she wanted 3 kids but hadn't had any at the time. I had two and when I spoke about any of the realities of parenthood with small DC's she would sort of resist it and say 'oh well mine won't be anything like that.' Her DH was vaguely controlling with money and the last I heard she had given up her job after maternity leave, which had made me feel a bit
2.) friend who was had dreams of returning to university but things kept getting in the way, I hope she managed to return to study again.
3.) another ex colleague who had a row with her then husband, went on holiday with her mum, met a bloke by the pool, got back home, started divorce proceedings, quit her job and moved across the country to be with him. Apparently they're still together and have a child.
4.) a parent of a friend of DD's. Took her daughter out of school when Covid broke out (weeks before the schools shut) and they never returned. I think her anxiety must have really taken a battering.

The HCSW who gave my son his first bath after he was born weirdly!

Note: miscarriage, for anyone not wishing to read on.

Years ago I had a miscarriage. I was young, not trying for a baby, not financially secure and not emotionally ready. I didn’t even realise I was pregnant until shortly before it happened. Initially I felt quite blasé about it, how could I mourn something I wasn’t trying or ready for? or that I even knew was there for most of the time? I didn’t even know if I would’ve kept it had I known, so felt a bit fraudulent for being upset.

A week or so later I had my Christmas party at work and was determined to have a good night. It was fine, but I was distracted. I kept pushing my feelings down and tried to push through the night and show how fun and carefree I was. I ended up slinking off to go home about 10pm as I wasn’t feeling festive.

On the train home I got talking to a woman, just drunken chat with strangers as you do sometimes. She was early 40s, very warm demeanour - very friendly. I’m not sure what happened but I ended up crying, and told her all about what had happened. It just came tumbling out. I felt mortified for putting this all on a stranger but she was so lovely. She held my hand and stroked my hair as I gently cried and told me it would be OK, and I was allowed to be upset and mourn.

I think about her from time to time. The kindness she showed me, how compassionate and soothing she was. I thanked her at the time but I wish I could find her and tell her how much it meant to me.

I often wonder about a Canadian guy who worked in a local bar, one day he just vanished and a couple of days later his parents turned up looking for him. Apparently they had been looking for him for 18 months and had traced him to our town. Obviously he got tipped off about their arrival and he fled. I often wonder what became of him and why he was running. His parents put missing stickers all over the town and hung around for weeks but he never came back.
I also think about another guy from our town who vanished. He was dutch, married a local woman and had a couple of kids. Turned out he was stealing from his employer and he did a bunk in the middle of the night. There was never any trace of him leaving the country but his wife and kids never heard a peep from him ever again. I often wonder about missing people in general, what happens to them and where did they go!

@Ollie0123

30 years ago when I was about 9, my mum worked in my primary school in the reception class. A little boy started, with blonde hair and the biggest blue eyes. He looked like a little cherub and was absolutely adorable and my mum had a soft spot for him (she worked with him with his reading) he used to bring her flowers and tell her he loved her. From then all she always loved his name. When I was pregnant 20 years later and talking of names she always mentioned his name as a possibility for a boy. I went on to have 4 girls then Unexpectedly lost my mum and then I had a boy. He has big blue eyes and a mop of blonde hair. I gave him the name by mum loved.

I wonder how he is getting on now, and how strange that my son is basically named after him. I’m sure that would creep him right out!

That's lovely!

When I went to sixth form college I made friends with a girl who was sat in tutor group with me.
In the second week she announced she was leaving as she was pregnant by her 30 year old boyfriend. Her child will be over 30 now. I hope she had a nice life and managed to get back to college.

I’m going back about 3 years now
I was at work and it was dead-I’m customer care
Anyway an older bloke walked in,he looked a bit upset but otherwise looked ok
I asked him if he was ok and he burst into tears
Long story short,his girlfriend had dumped him to go back to her husband and he was on his way to sling himself off the bridge that’s near where I live-something made him walk into my work to get something to eat
It was almost my home time so I clocked off and sat with him for about 4 hours to try and talk him down and get him to see his doctor
He came in the following day to thank me and that he’d seen his gp and was feeling much better
I’ve never seen him again and I hope he’s feeling better

I often think about him and hope he’s in a better place now

@MinnieJackson

I sometimes wonder about peaches geldofs kids. They were similar ages to my eldest two when she died and I remember being so shocked and heartbroken for them.

I do too. Every so often I Google to see whether there’s any news on them or their Dad. Poor guy widowed and having to raise 2 DC alone in his early 20s. He seems like a decent guy so I’m sure they’ve been raised well. I do get sad thinking about the fact they won’t remember her, she did seem like a lovely Mother.