He was the last one left

in my dad's family

The youngest of five

and father of four

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Second-hand smoke from childhood

would claim his life the next day

As he lie in his deathbed,

he received a visitor

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What are you doing here?

he asked in the direction of an empty chair

"Who are you talking to, Dad?"

My brother Bobby.

"Where is he?"

He's in the chair, right there, don't you see him?

Now he's on the ceiling.

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As I listened to this story

I thought, hallucinations

But how wonderful is that

if my father really did

escort his brother to heaven?