Voyeur

As part of my personal outreach program, I was considering communicating with a daughter of my ex-boss who drowned almost 11 years ago. (We saw how well yesterday's effort went with me writing to a dead woman. Her son did call Josh last night. My advice: spend as much time with him as possible). The ex-boss left behind 3 children who were 7, almost 9, and 10. He went into the ocean to save the youngest and drowned while the 9 year old watched from the shore. The oldest went in to save the youngest when her father didn't surface.

The almost 9 year old is now a 20 year old back in her father's country trying to discover her roots. Although she is the spitting image of her mother physically, she feels that she really is  emotionally and intellectually more akin to her father yet who was this man ? As I spent almost 13 years with 40 h/week with him I might have some answers. She has gone to see his older sister who is providing her with some background. I met this woman myself when she visited the States. She wanted to meet his friends. I thought I saw a ghost as she was so similiar to him with her appearance, mannerisms, etc. And how do I know all this? Through her blog,  which I found through Facebook, via friends of  friends.. She writes very well and is very perceptive. I see that she is learning to surf in the same waters that claimed her father. She is falling in love with a local boy with a most unusual first name, one that surely would get him laughed at here. His mother spent months considering the perfect name for her potential son. But my boss's daughter agrees that it is the most perfect name and whispers the name constantly. Clearly smitten.

But I feel like a snoop, which I clearly am. Also on her blog is another friend of my ex-boss who could provide the same information as I could. He leaves comments. He is occasionally on my blog too as we are good friends.

So many people I knew had babies due in May 1990. This girl was one of those babies though she ended up coming 10 weeks early sometime in March. Clearly she has grown up healthy. After I lost my baby, I really had a hard time dealing with all those successfully pregnant ladies. There were even 2 babies next to us due at that time. Early in June, an acquaintance shoved her newborn son in my arms at some school function asking if I could please watch him as she had to do such and such. I figured he had been born on my dead baby's due date and I was full of sadness. Of course that woman had no idea and I wasn't about to say Gee your son is the same age as my son would have been. I was sure it would have been a son though it died before one could really tell. I had held  the'products of conception' in my hands. A blighted ovum.  A bad egg. Naomi was born a year later.

Baby Maya is 3 months old today. How time flies!