Incidentally, I was lucky enough to know my great grandparents on my dad’s side (I had a great great grandfather alive until about 2005, even), so I have a bit more of a connection to the people in the photos than I otherwise would. Two of my great grandparents survived into my early 20s, I lost one my last year of highschool, and the baby in thst photo died when I was 9. He always called me “Darlin’” and I was terrified I had killed him when I found out he died because he’d lost his balance and fell and crashed into some furniture while extremely frail when I let go of a hug too early the previous Christmas.