Doppelganger – who did I just see?

The other day while out shopping I was sure I saw someone I know which was impossible because I knew for a fact they were not even in the same city.  It got me to thinking of ‘doppelganger’ which means someone who looks exactly like you (or someone else) and who isn’t your twin.  It is actually a German word  ‘double walker’ and has been referred to as seeing a ghost of yourself or someone else.

If you google the word you will come across lots of interesting stories of people who claim they have seen someone who looks just like them.

 

 

There are lots of interesting theories and stories about doppelgangers.  Some think that if you see a double of yourself it is bad luck while others think it may be proof of another dimension.  All I can say is that it is rather disconcerting to see someone who is the exact image of yourself or of someone else!

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Then and now….. the joys of aging

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THEN:  Thinking 60 and 70-year-olds are old.

NOW:  Thinking 90-year-olds are old.

THEN:  Watching a movie or listening to music and knowing the performer.

NOW:  Who the heck is that?

THEN:  Dining out late.

NOW:  Booking the early bed special.

THEN:  Being in your 30s and thinking you were an adult and mature.

NOW:  Seeing someone in their 30s and thinking how young they are.

THEN:  Think nothing of walking an hour to the store.

NOW:  After 5 minutes of walking needing to stop and rest.

THEN:  Not knowing many people who have passed away.

NOW:  Not another one.

THEN:  Buying clothes that are in current fashion and trendy.

NOW:  How comfortable is this?

THEN:  Sleeping in all morning on your day off.

NOW:  Getting up at 4:00 a.m. to use the bathroom and can’t get back to sleep.

THEN:  Love going camping in a tent and roughing it.

NOW:  Preferring to stay home and sleep in your own bed.

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September – reborn

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As September approaches I remember growing up in Vancouver, Canada.  September was always my favourite month.  Beautiful warm days with cool crisp evenings and just the hint of wood smoke from bonfires in the air.  Leaves slowly changing color to gold and red against a vivid blue sky.  Brand new notebooks for school with smooth empty pages waiting to be filled.  Looking forward to interesting new t.v. shows and the return of old favourites after a summer of reruns.
Then, on September 3, 1999, suddenly it was no longer my favourite month.  That was the day my mother passed away at the age of 72.  She had been in frail health since a heart attack at the age of 65 and so it was not unexpected.  That did not lessen the grief of her passing, however, and after that I would always associate September with that loss.  Every year as September approached I would feel more acutely that sense of grief and sadness.
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But then a funny thing happened.  About 10 years after my mother’s death I began to notice that I was getting back a bit of my love for September.  Maybe it’s true that time does help to heal wounds?  I began looking forward again to the cooler September nights and the smell of autumn in the air, the beauty of the gold and red leaves.  Maybe my heart was healing?  I still think of my mother every day but there is less grief and more remembering certain moments – when she held my son for the first time, how she loved the water and the color blue, how she would play Frank Sinatra on the old record player over and over and how much she loved our trip to Hawaii and sitting and watching the sunset over the ocean.  Now, I don’t dread the month of September and the anniversary of her passing though of course on that date I am reminded of the loss and miss her.  I can enjoy though the beauty that September brings, the flight of the birds overhead as they wing their way south, watching young children so excited getting ready for their first day of school along with the smells and scents of the coming autumn.
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End of summer

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One thing you come to realize as you get older is that summers have changed.  Instead of looking forward to carefree days of no school and freedom you find that you are still responsible for paying the bills and meeting your responsibilities.  You tend to look back instead of forward and time seems to move so quickly instead of the endless summer days of your youth.

You find you don’t have the excitement at summer’s end of a new school year and brand new books and meeting new teachers.

Life is different as you age and I’ve learned one of the secrets is to accept change and embrace it and that time does not stand still.

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Summer camping

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Well, it is that time of year when many people pack up the car or RV and hit the road, looking for that perfect campsite to get away from the noise and crowds of the city.  I used to really enjoy camping in my younger days but now not so much.  Swatting mosquitoes and not sleeping in my own comfy bed has somehow lost its magic.  I know lots of people love going camping and that’s great for them but these achy arthritic bones do like a comfortable bed to sleep.

I was talking to someone recently about camping and the subject of haunted campgrounds came into the conversation.  Seems a lot of people have had somewhat unsettling experiences while out camping in the woods or at a remote lake, of hearing strange unexplained noises, seeing shadows walk past your tent at night or the feeling of being watched.  I remember my mother telling me the story of when she was in her late teens which would have been in the 1940s, she and a couple of friends decided to spend a few nights at a small cabin down at Birch Bay in Washington State.  They lived in Vancouver, Canada so it was an easy drive of just a couple of hours.  The first two nights they were awoken in the middle of the night by the sound of someone chopping wood right outside their cabin.  They looked outside but no one was there.  Apparently, later they were told that many people who stayed at that cabin would hear the sound of someone chopping wood outside their door every night with no evidence of the person or the wood.  My mother and her friends decided to pack up and head home early, feeling quite spooked by this strange occurrence!

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On the positive side, camping does give you a chance to be out in the fresh air away from the noise and pollution of the city.  It is lovely to hear the sounds of nature – birds singing, the sound of the water rushing along in the creek, the breeze rustling in the trees and to relax around the campfire.

 

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The Sunday Drive

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Growing up in the 1950s and 1960s I remember often going for a “Sunday drive”.  My grandfather would pick us up in his Oldsmobile; always in perfect condition because he leased it and got a new one every 2 years and off we’d go for a Sunday afternoon ‘outing’!

 

We would have no particular destination in mind – sometimes driving from Vancouver, Canada down towards the US border, to White Rock or Birch Bay.  Other times we would drive down to Stanley Park or just through the suburbs of Vancouver.  No one was in a hurry, the roads were not busy back then, gas was cheap.  It was a time for family.  I remember the car windows open with the lovely fresh breeze and my mother and grandfather chatting away, happy and carefree in the moment.   It was before the era of cell phones and tablets and so no one was distracted from just enjoying the moment.  My memories are of drives in the lovely warm sunshine of a lazy Sunday afternoon (most likely, on those cold rainy days we stayed home!).

With everyone now being so attached to their cell phones, their computers, their tablets, their t.v., the heavy noisy traffic everywhere and high cost of gas those carefree Sunday drives are part of the past.  The memories are there though for those who were lucky enough to experience those magical times.

 

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Shadow People

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I have been hearing a lot about’shadow people’.  I know sometimes I will think I see something or someone out of the corner of my eye but when I turn to look there is nothing unusual to see.  I have read different theories about this.  Some people think it is related to time travel and perhaps we are seeing the fleeting image of someone who is just ‘passing through’.  Some think it is the astral body of someone who is having an out of body experience.  Others think it is a ghost or spirit.  Still others think it could just be our imagination.  It does seem though it is becoming a very common experience.  I find the theory of time travel really interesting.  Who knows, maybe one day in the future I take a trip in the past and pop in to visit an old friend or distant relative!

Shortly after my mother passed away on several occasions I started to think I saw something out of the corner of my eye but when I turned to look there was no one there.  Since she passed, on holidays such as Christmas or around the time of the year of her passing, this feeling will intensify.  For me, I wonder if it is my mother stopping by to let me know she is around and sharing that moment with me.

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