Movie of Life

My late Grandpa, an addicted cigarette smoker died at age of 102.
He told me that he started smoking when he was only 17!
Meaning that he spent 85years of his life smoking, and emitting smoke like a powerful Yoruba God - Sango!

Assuming that he smoked only 4 sticks of cigarettes daily (Which only remain an assumption for I know granddad so well). And it is said that every stick of cigarette smoked, shortens the life of the smoker by 4minutes.
It means that, he ought to have lived 519 days longer!
Poor Grandpa.

My Dad, a Medical Doctor, Perfectionist, an obedient student of living well theories and husband to a Dietetics and Nutritionist died last year at the age of 75. He was never a smoker, not given to alcohol and abstained from sexual infidelity yet he died without reaching 102years of age like his father my own grandpa.

Living a long and healthy life I think is just a gift.
To those who are dead, I bid farewell;
To those who are about to die, I salute;
And to the living, we cannot leave life alive.

I will die, but not yet...do I have power over death? I will continue to act on my script so well in the movie of life, till my character will be cut short. And many scenes will take place after me, but I will never be involved again...
Memories, my memories will only live after me.

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