My grandfather smoked. He was addicted. It was horrible. I called him Poppy. I don't have many memories of him, but I do remember that we were really close. The last memory I have with him, is I was carrying one of those baby doll carrying things and walking into a hospital room. Poppy got lung cancer, and sadly died. It's hard to get over what is so close to your heart. He was my best friend. I still wonder what he thinks of me...