Seeing a ghost - not a literal ghost.

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I was shopping today and I saw this little old woman walking around the store. She was shorter than me, which is a feat (I am 5'1"), with long stringy white hair and a beautiful face. I glanced at her and thought she was so pretty, and went on with my shopping thinking little else of it. Then we got to the checkout line and she was in front of me with her son. She turned to me and said something about the line being a bit snagged up and that she was sorry and some other things - I didn't hear them. I could only look at her face. She looked exactly like my grandmother. My grandmother was my best friend and the only genuinely good female role model in my life. She was an amazing smart woman, of German and Native American birth. I mention her heritage because it breeds some specific facial features. The curve of the nose, the way the brows wrinkle.. I couldn't even respond to this woman. I was so afraid that if I opened my mouth I'd have started crying right there. I smiled and nodded at her and went on my way. My grandmother passed away just a few months ago. She was 98 years old. She died not knowing who I was or who her son was. I felt like, at the time, that I had mourned her loss a long while ago when she lost track of who we were and who she was. But now it seems I have not. Have you seen people around town that reminded you of a lost family member? How did you cope with that?