Went to my lovely, lovely SIL's 50th birthday party last night. A lady walked into the venue who I remembered. We had lived near to each other but she had moved away when my twins were newborn but had been told that DS3 had been born.
Conversation went like this.....
Friend: Hiya, oh my word not seen you for about 26 years - you haven't changed!!
Me: I knew it was you when you walked in through the door.
Friend: Oh you had twin boys didn't you - they must be in their 20's at least by now.
Me: Yes they just turned 31 but did you know Gareth had died?
Friend: OMG I am so, so very sorry I had totally forgotten...Oh I dont know what to say now. Im so glad you had Matt though he was a beautiful baby.
Then she clasped her hand over her mouth and sobbed. 'I am so sorry, I remember your SIL told me what happened. Oh I feel such a bloody idiot please, please forgive me. I dont think before I speak.
I assured her that she had not made me sad but that she had made me smile because she remembered my sons.
We spent ages talking and laughing together. Although she did think that DS4 was my grandson 