Yep, okay now. Great series, too true, I stopped looking closely in mirrors when my mother started looking back at me.
A cousin has had the same jolt, he said "I was lookin' in the mirror and saw the 'old man!'" (his Dad.) That was the day he went to a funeral and he said it was creepy thinking about the realisation that he was looking like his father in the mirror that morning, then walking past his father's tombstone with exactly the same name as his in the afternoon. That revelation of mortality can come as a shock to the system.
I remember being in the Eaton Centre in Toronto, going up an escalator, with a mirrored side. I couldn't work out why my mother was following me...when she didn't know where I was.....scary.
That's funny Vivjen! I see my father in the mirror.....I am also starting to see my father in my sister that is 10 yrs younger than me and yet when she was young she looked like our mother...strange.