I was tidying my nanas house today for her coming home tomorrow and I stumbled across my late grandfathers wallet in a drawer. For the whole time I knew him he had severe alzheimers so I never really 'knew him' but inside his wallet there was a picture of me as a baby. That means that once he had known me, and been proud enough of me to carry me in his wallet before he got sick. I kind of choked up because strangely for the first time in my life I felt a connection to him.