No one ever accused the man of being impractical; in fact he was typically regarded as practical to a fault.
The years following my grandmother’s death led my grandfather to over indulge in his own brand of ridiculous and eccentric practicality. Having no car and a weekend job close to his house allowed me to bear witness to his peculiar lifestyle closer than any of my other relatives—a situation I was both pleased to fall into and miserable to participate in.
Of course the weeks and months following the funeral were marked with a strange and alien feeling. I was grieving, certainly, after just losing a woman I held very near and dear and the loss of her was visible and poignant; however, the truly unique qualities of the situation were exposed through my grandfather. I saw him in a way my previous two and some change decades had never prepared me for—my gruff and grim grandfather was actually human.