Do you go back?

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GP44

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I started looking on the internet for names of people I knew when I was younger.
Funny how I get such a sense of happiness and warmth while reading about them even in their obits.
Because that seems to be where almost all of them are now.
But to see that the guy I went to highschool with, did get married to that girl he liked so much, so many years ago and that they had three kids.
Does it matter that he had alzheimers for several years before he died and she is gone too?
I found out that one guy I worked for who everybody called Jim, that his real name was Clifford Edward.
Jim fit him so much better so that is how I will remember him.
Man! We had a time. We were the kind of guys who worked hard and played hard, drank hard and fought hard together.
Now all I can say is I hope I will see you again some day.
 
I have done that with some old friends and my first boyfriend in High School. Always in hope
to see they had a good life. The 1st boyfriend went into politics for about 8-10 years and
gave it up, not sure why. One friend died of an overdose in her 30's. Another had a clothing store retired now.
Another has 16 grandchildren.
I am in regular contact with 2, one from Middle School the other from High School. We all went off in such
different directions. My 1st husbands friend contacted me on FB years ago asking if the husband was still
alive or in jail. :rolleyes: Maybe he needed some pot or something :ROFLMAO:
 
hollydolly said:
Sad... when you think you were kids together and now they're either dead..or old....:(

It's much easier in the US to find people from the past than it is in the UK
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I don’t think of it as sad just knowing that they are gone because it just seems natural and I know it won’t be long and I will be gone too.
I think that the warmth I get from reading about them is because I loved them so much and because all of their memories mean so much to me.
 
GP44 said:
I don’t think of it as sad just knowing that they are gone because it just seems natural and I know it won’t be long and I will be gone too.
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Right. I'm on a group email list of a friend from where I last worked who sends us the obituaries of former employees. Someday, I will be on her list (if she's still living when it's my turn). I don't look forward to it; I just accept that death is a part of life and will come to me, the same as it has to the others.
 
I had a lot of friends, mainly through baseball. A lot of us were friends from Little League clear up to the AAA League. But after my 1st wife and I divorced and I got full custody of the kids, I didn't have the time or the freedom to go hang out with them. I stopped showing up for the poker games, fishing trips, and barbecues, couldn't meet them at the sports bar or the ballpark or parties.

For one thing, it was hard to find a sitter, but also, since I worked 8 to 10 hours 5 days a week, I was already spending too little time with the little ones. And when they got older, I preferred hanging out with them anyhow. Me and the kids went on fishing trips and invited their friends over for barbecues and game night. I went to my kids' ballgames and practices. Plus, there were school plays and scouting and day trips every Sunday and pizza and a movie every Wednesday.

So, I'd say, No, I've not gone back much.
 
I am still in touch with some school friends who I have known since I was 11 years old, mainly because of one particular friend who has made sure that we all kept in touch - I am so glad that she did. :)

Some of our class mates have died, some tragically. One guy became a successful musician while another, the one we all thought would be on Top of the Pops one day, he became a bus driver. One friend wrote a couple of books and used the money she made from that to open a boutique. It's really interesting to catch up because, we remember a time when we had our whole future in front of us and now, it's mostly history.
 
My class has a Facebook page, mainly reunion dates and obituaries at this point.

I haven’t made any effort to get in touch with anyone and they haven’t made any effort getting in touch with me.

I do have two classmates that were very kind to me and I’m confident that we could get together and pickup right where we left off without missing a beat.
 
I was too busy with 3 kids, a job, husband, to stay in touch and like others, no one was looking for me. Now I'm alone (DH recently passed away) and I have no desire to go back to those days.
 
hollydolly said:
i can find for example information on a random person.. their phone number address ..even people in prison ..in the US on the internet ... but I can't find that same information on the internet for people in the UK
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Quite frankly Holly, I am rather glad about that. The last thing that I would ever want is a slice of my previous life bumping into me. Not for me thank you. The past can stay where it belongs, in the past.
 
GP44 said:
I started looking on the internet for names of people I knew when I was younger.
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I was broken of that one day when I got too curious and started looking for old friends. I know through Facebook that my closest school and work friends are fine, but I wondered about old boyfriends in particular. For three in a row, I found obits. Every one of them still in their 50s and low 60s. Never again.
 
My closest friends are gone and have been for some time. That hurt for a while and I will always regret that I never kept up with them.
But because I moved so far away it wasn’t like I just quit meeting up with them.
My career required so much of my time plus the time spent being a family man made me into the guy who never made it to extended family events or class reunions or even a chance to keep up with old friends.
I realized that when family members talked about going to a cousins wedding or an uncles funeral.
When you don’t have the chance to keep up then you are the forgotten one.
 
I had a kid I used to play with when I was young. He had a large yard with trees. We used to climb the trees. He also had little hot wheels and matchbox cars we would play with under an evergrern tree that was hollowed out at the bottom and we could sit and play with the cars in shade on a sunny day. But he never really bonded with me and so over time we drifted apart as adolescence kicked in.

Well, I looked up his name last year and discovered he died at age 61. Seeing a picture of him brought back the feeling of that time long ago when we didn't have a care in the world other than using our imaginations and pretending that one of the trees was an airplane and that we were the pilots.

I found out that he worked for the Southeastern Pennsylvania Transportation Authority (a union job) most of his life.

He drove buses trolleys and trains during that time. He was known for having a great sense of humor among coworkers. Funny. I don't remember him smiling at all as a kid. He always looked preoccupied.
 
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