Not long after losing her, I thought I saw her in the Kmart parking lot in Traverse City. I still remember it like it was yesterday, 16 years later. I was crossing the parking lot when - my mother - drove by. The nerve. I'd been looking for her for months. How dare she stop by Kmart before heading home with the good news that she was alive? But, of course, it wasn't her. It was her hairstyle, though. And there, a dangly, thin, gold watch hanging from her wrist across the steering wheel. And there, short, sitting up tall, trying to see. I saw my mother when she stopped to let me cross.
When my mother-in-law passed unexpectedly, the pastor said we would see glimpses of her ... someone that resembled her, similar hairstyle, or mannerisms and he was right. I try not to look at those times with sadness but rather a reminder that she is still there!
I had the same experience. I swear I saw my father sitting in a restaurant. I couldn't help but cry. I could barely stop. I've read we all have doppelgangers, but....what cruel hoax to see our deceased loved one again-then have them disappear. It was heart breaking. My heart goes out to you.