tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post8043909611146196601..comments2024-02-21T02:19:16.755-08:00Comments on Widow's Voice: Seven Widowed Voices Sharing Love, Loss, and Hope : DoppelgangerMichele Neff Hernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02356589209090780127noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-58207021449925123252015-03-12T22:39:29.169-07:002015-03-12T22:39:29.169-07:00The only way it would be harder to deal with is if...The only way it would be harder to deal with is if the doppelganger worked in that building and you saw him every day, if not more than once. Kerryl Murray McGlennonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05234994378960835050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-75353066368683381132015-03-12T22:37:50.612-07:002015-03-12T22:37:50.612-07:00So not what you expect to stumble upon on Pinteres...So not what you expect to stumble upon on Pinterest!! I can understand why you saved it.Kerryl Murray McGlennonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05234994378960835050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-70823381847878396502015-03-10T22:11:29.340-07:002015-03-10T22:11:29.340-07:00I have a photo on my laptop, of a guy who is my hu...I have a photo on my laptop, of a guy who is my husband's doppelganger too. I saw it on Pinterest of all places. It blew my mind. I have no idea why I saved the picture. I guess because it *almost* made me feel he was out there somewhere in the world again, instead of in a box on my dresser. Wish fulfillment fantasy much? Maybe. <br />Good to know I'm not the only one blindsided this way. <br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-79731549418122787362015-03-10T18:26:11.068-07:002015-03-10T18:26:11.068-07:00As I looked out my office window the other day I s...As I looked out my office window the other day I saw a man that looked like my husband going into the building next door. He had a familiar black hat, the same style/color coat and the same jeans and boots. He was the same build and height. I pretended it was Michael and I watched him until I couldn't see him anymore. I actually felt relief in my eyes as I looked at him and at the same time I felt intense grief roll through my body. I know just what you mean when you ask, "How can *he* now be sitting in a box on my dresser?" Thank you for sharing this, Kerryl. I didn't mention seeing this man to anyone. It feels good to say it here.Janicehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13119305752920928805noreply@blogger.com