Reply #25: Yes, but... [View All]

[LiberalHeart]

I was stopped by people several times who thought I was another woman. All called me by the same first name; finally I asked someone for the last name -- then years later I met the owner of that name and found out she'd been mistaken for me, too. Neither of us could see the resemblance.

She died years after we met, then one night I was in line at a restaurant waiting for a table. The woman in front of us turned to speak to the man I was with -- an old pal of hers -- and when she saw me, her face went pale. She stopped mid-sentence. We were introduced at the point and I recognized the name as belonging to the dead woman's mother. I told her I knew what she was thinking; she had tears in her eyes and nodded. No explanations needed.