But saying that as a little blonde girl in a wheelchair was a way to make my special *teachers* think I was weird, too. Not just the kids. But you really don't know what everyone's grandpa looks like from what they look like.(And it wasn't "My god, twins," just that, to my unformed brain. they shared a vibe or something. And Grandpa *had* been a prizefighter as a young man...he just kind of wasn't good at it. Probably got just the pain and head injuries.) ETA: I hope if there is somewhere Grandpa is, besides in someone's frustrated eyeroll or urge to call someone a son-of-a-bitch, I hope he's been in Eternity long enough not to be freaked out about being compared to a black draft-dodging peace freak. I've always felt good about associating them, even if he might not. But maybe you really do get beyond things. Or maybe I'm here and he's not. Psych.(And maybe he was right when he told my mom "You don't have to do this," about marrying my dad, and I'm supposed to be different, too.