There’s something familiar about family looks – a browline, a jawline, or even a hairline – that can sometimes make you instantly recognisable, even to strangers.
Several years ago I attended a funeral with my dad, of a dear friend who lived and died in the area I spent my early childhood – the same area my dad grew up in. When we arrived at the cemetery, dad nipped off to the loo and I stood alone at the gate, waiting for him to return. An elderly woman approached me with a shy smile. ‘I don’t know who you are, my dear,’ she said ‘but you have a look of someone I knew years ago, and I wondered if you were related?’ – and she mentioned my dad’s name. Amazingly, she and dad had attended the same primary school a good 60 years earlier, and hadn’t seen each other since.
On another occasion, my youngest daughter came home from school saying she had a temporary teacher that day, and the new teacher had asked her if her mum was called Ruth. Apparently the new teacher and I had been at school together, and she clearly recognised my daughter as being… well… my daughter!
I know it’s not exactly the same as having a doppelganger to have such familial similiarity in our looks but it feels nice to know my genetic inheritance is strong enough to keep my family ties undeniable 🙂