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"Listen," said Granger, taking his arm, and walking with him, holding aside the
bushes to let him pass. "When I was a boy my grandfather died, and he was a
sculptor. He was also a very kind man who had a lot of love to give the world, and he helped clean up the slum in our town; and he made toys for us and he did a million things in his lifetime; he was always busy with his hands. And when he died, I suddenly realized I wasn't crying for him at all, but for the things he did. I cried because he would never do them again, he would never carve another piece of wood or help us raise doves and pigeons in the back yard or play the violin the way he did, or tell us jokes the way he did. He was part of us and when he died, all the actions stopped dead and there was no one to do them just the way he did. He was individual. He was an important man. I've never gotten over his death. Often I think, what wonderful carvings never came to birth because he died. How many jokes are missing from the world, and how many homing pigeons untouched by his hands. He shaped the world. He did things to the world. The world was bankrupted of ten million
fine actions the night he passed on."
In this section, Granger is addressing Montag's reaction to Mildred's possible death in the bombings. He's explaining that everyone else leaves something imprinted on those they've loved, even MIldred.
Fahrenheit 451/ Part III