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(keeps deleting my comment)
He always said, “One day I’ll quit.”
But days turned into years.
The coughing became worse. His smile faded behind hospital walls and oxygen tubes. The strong man who once carried his grandchildren on his shoulders could barely walk across the room.
One winter morning, the chair on the porch stayed empty.
The family lost more than a grandfather — they lost stories, hugs, advice, and the warmth only he could give.
Smoking doesn’t only kill the smoker.
It slowly breaks the hearts of the people who love them too.