The Terrain Changed, But the Orientation Did Not

This personal essay began as a eulogy and became a reflection on what endures when roles, abilities, and public identities fall away.

Through the story of my grandfather, a rascal, storyteller, and lover of the edge, it asks whether what defines us is not what we do, but the persistent lens through which we meet the world.

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