I’ve never really believed in re-incarnation, although the philosophy does have a lot of appeal (if you’ve been good), but I like to keep an open mind. Thus it was that I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw what appeared to be my friend’s parents dancing together at a wedding when I knew that her dad had been dead for fifteen years, and her mother has had Alzheimer’s for ten years and is in a home. They would both be in their early 80s now and this couple looked absorbed and in love and in their fifties. We were introduced to them later - the man proved to be my friend’s brother and the lady, his wife. Even close up I could not get over the resemblance to his mother as I had known her, dark-haired, pretty, vivacious and slightly rounded back. Even her legs and walk were similar. The brother was exactly as I remembered his father, tall, broad, genial-looking and balding. Some things in life are just too uncanny. It gives you lots of food for thought.