Your own body reminding you of lost loved ones

Someone commented about my eldest son looking the double if me and I saw this the other day in his mannerisms it was odd. But strangely comforting.

My oldest grandson who wears glasses,now looks just like my uncle on my mums side.

I too see my mother's face when I look in the mirror sometimes. Not the beautiful face she had when she was younger but how she looked at a hundred!

I sent a pic of my older sister, taken when she was about 18months,to show my daughter,that shes got same facial expressions as my granddaughter, and she noticed her hands/& long fingers are same too,and hows she was twiddling her fingers.We lost my sister last year.

I quite agree yes, find the next generation reminding me of my relatives. My grand daughter walks just like my son who walks like is father. They often make a fist when they walk in a hurry. 🌹

I was on holiday last week and it was very hot and in addition going in the pool every day meant that I couldn't keep up with hair styling so rinsed my hair and left it to dry. My granny was looking at me from the mirror with wavy hair which I usually try to straighten out!

My brother came to stay and I noticed his feet were exactly like my late dads.

yes, my hands are now same as my mothers,so are my knees...stiff and sore, and when I look in the mirror, my mother looks back at me..

I see some of my mother in my own face.

When I look at my husband's driving licence I see his father in the photo

Plevey08

I read a lovely article recently saying that when a loved one dies we don't stop having a relationship with them. I liked that as that's what I do with my late brother and sister. I still chat to them or they just pop into my head at times. It's comforting to me.

That is beautiful, Plevey08. I never thought about the relationship as continuing forever but yes that sounds right. ❤️

My sister died 35 years ago, but I think of her almost daily.

My surviving sister and I went away for a couple of days together. we reminisced much of the time about parents, my deceased sisters and others we have loved and who have died.

My hands look lije my mum's hands. My grandaughter has my mum's "amused" blue eyes. My son looks more and nore like my dad as he ages

I read a lovely article recently saying that when a loved one dies we don't stop having a relationship with them. I liked that as that's what I do with my late brother and sister. I still chat to them or they just pop into my head at times. It's comforting to me.

It’s just genetics isn’t it? When younger I looked more like my Dad’s side of the family but now older look more like Mum.
My twin DD’s both have the green eyes of Grandmother.

I see the likenesses in other family members rather than in my self. I will say that I inherited this or that from my father or mother, but I am looking at it neutrally as a fact. My mother and I, for example, both have double crowns, which makes some hairstyles difficult to achieve, but I see that mainly as a genetic matter

But my sister had tiny exquisite hands with beautifully shaped fingers. I always use to envy her because I have big square workmen's hands. DD has the same shape hand but in a larger size and they are a constant reminder of my dear sister.

I have a framed photo of my great grandmother. My nephew is the spit of her. I wouldn’t say she was manly, he’s certainly isn’t feminine. I think it’s the eyes & nose.

I quite frequently get a glimpse of my birth mother's face as I look in a mirror. It's quite uncanny as I didn't think I resembled her at all while she was still alive. And I still think I see her walking down a road sometimes. She sort of haunts me.

My friend's son committed suicide aged only 19 in 2020. Her granddaughter who is her bereaved son's sister daughter (therefore his niece, sorry for any confusion) is his double. It's like she was sent from heaven to ease the pain.

I feel that when someone we love dies it's like their soul or an essence of them blends with our souls and we become one . I often see loved ones in myself and in other loved ones too . In my hands I see my mum , I often see my dad in the mirror and recently saw my childrens gran in my grandaughter , but I also feel it is them showing up spiritually.

I see my grandmother ‘s face in mine.

In recent years I see my grandmothers face fleetingly pass across my father’s face (he’s now 85). It was strange when it first happened but yes I find it comforting