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Aghhh the senselessness, I left my grandfather to go smoke a cigarette because I couldn't smoke in front of him....He wanted to spend his last days with me. He had lung cancer from smoking.

“THE MIND IS .. –JOHN MILTON ..PARADISE.. LOST A PLACE .. OF ITS OWN AND IN IT ONE CAN MAKE A HEAVEN OF HELL OR A HELL OF HEAVEN.” ∞†‡∆ Papa, I remember the first time you came in my dreams after your physical D.E.A.T.H. You were in your favorite chair. You were pointing toward something you wanted me to see. I was afraid by seeing you. Thus, you disappeared. Sincerely, Lil John

The methodology of the Sintax had caught up with him (WILD TURKEY and FILTERLESS CIGARETTES). The trespassing of the cells (Cancer) had already begun feeding on his mortality. Had a valve inserted into his chest; the first of the (mechanical insects “worm”). It was to feed him medicine.

Had two televisions within arms length of his bed. Grandma told me that he would wheel himself into the den. He would cry as he watched through the sliding glass doors the squirrels play in the backyard. Thinking about it now, I think he gave up and accepted his fate. He was trying to tell me months before I saw him through e-mails. One I recall was a dark joke “you know you are getting old when you bite into steak and lose your teeth.” His eyes and vocal tone (a crackling whine) begged for me to stay so he could relish his last moments with me. No matter who, or what I had become, was becoming, I was still of his creation. His only grandson who was named “John” after him. Left out of his room because I couldn’t smoke a cigarette in front of him.

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