(connecting image: old woman with white hair)
I continue to see facsimiles of her (and my Dad–who passed in 1998–periodically from some some shots of David Suchet as Poirot–see below image) when least expected hither and yon. The attached image from a tv program. Previously, I have seen her at the symphony in the park, in a Victoria tea shop, and on a Westjet coming home from Victoria. ‘Spittin’ images’.
The dead, especially those of family, will continue to ‘haunt’ us years afterward. The dead are always with us one way or another and serve to remind us of their once living presences which somehow continue in physical reality as long as we’re here to remember.
A Suchet Poirot with a passing resemblance to my late Dad (only distortion basically being the moustache ends):
