I lost my grandfather when I was just old enough to appreciate how much he gave me throughout my life. After he passed, I missed everything about him and did everything I could to reconnect with who he was and how he influenced me. I eventually inherited his sweaters, jewelry, and many other things, which helped me to feel closer to the great man that I lost. Donning his sweater, grasping his glass, and sitting in his living room, I took self-portraits to commemorate my late Zeyde.