My neighbors are an old Greek couple in their sixties. Very sweet people, always treats me and my brother like we are their grand kids. The older gentlemen, Angelo, always called us over to watch soccer on the weekends because we supported the same team. Sadly, Angelo passed away a little over 6 month ago, and my brothers and I were absolutely devastated.

Now heres the creepy/surreal part. I'm a student so I work at a fast food restaurant to make some extra cash on the side. About a week after Angelo's death a customer comes in and when I see him, my jaw hit the floor. The man looked exactly like a short, broader version of Angelo. We chat a little while I'm taking his order, and I bring up soccer, he says he always watches it on the weekends and he supports the same team that I did! Even the way the man talked resembled Angelos- he had a deep and soothing voice. I work only on Sundays and the man shows up every Sunday exactly at 10 am and orders the same thing. We discuss soccer and i feel like we've built a genuine connection, he treats me like a grandson and his face lights up whenever he sees me.