Rest in peace Grandpa.
I don’t know you and I wish I did. I regret that I didn’t get to know you better, because now you will be always remembered by fragmented details that mom fed to me to swallow and forget. Even worse, now your memories will be used for anti-tobacco propaganda. It scares me that I don’t feel a thing, but as far as I know neither will you, so I think you should forgive me for that. Goodbye.
