About 2 years ago, I was shopping in a grocery store.
While in the produce section, I looked over and saw my Dad looking at the apples.
I stopped breathing for a few seconds.
My Dad’s been dead since 2011.
This stranger was the spittin’ image of him, though.
I had to stop him and tell him this -thanking him for reminding me how much I missed him.
I was sad the rest of the week...
I had something like that happen to me at church one time. The woman next to me looked just like my Grandma who had passed about 25 years before. At one point she looked right at me in my eyes, and I suddenly started to tear up. I had to go excuse myself to the restroom for probably a good five minutes to cry, then splash cool water on myself to regain my composure. It was hard! After the service, I explained to her what happened, and she gave me a quick little hug. I get how you felt.
I have done the same thinking I saw my mom. Sad when you realize it cannot be.
About 35 years ago my parents thought they saw me in a department store, the coat was even the same as mine. I was nowhere near.