I was too young to remember and too young to understand. I can recall vague snippets of conversation kept to a low whisper and a tearful explanation. I couldn't fully comprehend the gravity of what they meant when they said that Grandpa Smoke, my great-grandfather, wouldn't be around any more. My great-grandfather, Delbert Smoke, had moved to Georgia with his wife Margery from Ohio so that they could be closer to their family. In Ohio, he had owned a music shop, selling various instruments and such. He himself was a proficient musician who could play, if memory serves me right, 7 different instruments. I'm sure I've heard him sing before but I can't recall it perfectly. According to all sources I asked, Grandpa Smoke had been the very definition in his every action. He was a quiet man, though, not in terms of volume. He didn't talk very often but when he did he made sure he was heard clearly. Furthermore, he had never been known to speak ill of anyone,...
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