My cousin KT sent me this photo a couple of years ago. Peggy looks so young...and she was. She was 18 when she met my dad, 21 when they married, 22 when I was born. She was just a baby herself. For my first 25 years, I would have said we were opposites. She was almost 6 foot tall. I've had hips since I was 11 and barely scrape 5'6". Aside from our voices, even though I tried desperately to mask the girlish pitch with Galouises in my 20s, aside from DNA, what did we share? Then it shifted and I could see the similarities, the mannerisms. I was both horrified and proud. Peggy was a force of nature. I'm an Alpine swift, looking for my next perch.  After she died, I stopped in to visit my grandpa's best friend. 'Rachel, I love you. But I don't think I can ever look at you again...All I can see is your mom.' He gave me a hug, started to cry. He died a year later and I respected his wishes, never called in again. I didn't take it personally. Somet...