noun \ˈdä-pəl-ˌgaŋ-ər, -ˌgeŋ-, ˌdä-pəl-
I found my doppelganger today. I have known about her for three decades. We live near each other – then and now.
We share the same name. Today both of us were honored as “Wild Women” by the Women’s Resource Center (Rhode Island) and we finally met. Two women with the same name, nearly the same age, honored for making their communities better.
When her father died a decade ago, my friends sent me flowers and notes of sympathy and condolence. My own father was already deceased. Her mother died recently and I am still hearing from my acquaintances with heart-felt condolences. My mother still lives so I reassure them and try to explain about my doppelganger. As I told my doppelganger this, her eyes watered up, saddened by her own losses, now remembered.