I'm getting to the age she was when I hit my teens - the age I have strong visual memories of her. And every now and then I catch myself in the mirror and basically think that I'm seeing a ghost*. That's one of the reasons I keep going for stronger hair colours than our shared natural mousey brown.
(I'll also never go blonde again because that was the colour of the wig she was wearing before she passed away)
*I am still convinced that I felt her presence in her car, the first time I drove it long distance a few months after she'd died. I was heading to wyvernfriend's wedding that Easter, the drive was a few hours long and I kept getting the scent of the funeral flowers. I now own that car and I no longer feel that presence. Just as well, because when she was driving was pretty much the only I ever used to hear her swear!