I have the wallet of an old German conductor out of München Gladbach, Arnold Queasten. I found it in a thrift store as it looked like a nice quality leather wallet.
In it are still some notes from Arnold, on two of his business cards. A note of someone here knew from the war, and another person from the flute section.
There was one pfennig, a German penny still in it. So I have Arnold's last penny. I found his grave on findagrave, one day I'll visit that.
I'm now terribly afraid of losing the wallet, though, because I'm unsure a casual finder would appreciate the beauty of such a piece.
This sounds like something I would do. So don't be too scared of losing it, there are others like you out there that would carry on just like you.
I must say though, the romantic in me sees this as a movie or book. Story of your life's struggles and ups and downs, but the wallet keeps you grounded. You finally make it to visit his grave and a woman walks up, daughter of Arnold. Ends up being the love of your life.