I saw my Grandpa Strasser the other day. Sure, it wasn't his same body, mind, or memory, but there was something about him that I knew I had met before. In his shaky hands, runny nose, and pale translucent skin. In his labored words, his kind vacant eyes and stiff lipped smile, I felt my Grandpa smiling back at me. And although maybe we can't just switch people around like that, I did but for a moment. And whenever I see this man and talk with him, I feel strangely like I am getting a few more chances to sit with Grandpa.