Welp, My Grandfathers Birthday was April 25th. I smoked outta his Pipe for the first time. Great Smoker. And today was his Burial. I had to carry his urn, speak, and place him in the ground. I as a young man, refuse to cry. But on the day that he died, the day of his funeral, and today, I don't think I've ever cried as hard as I have. I do everything in my power to keep my chin up for both me and my Grandmother but it's so difficult. I believe I may have upset my (Step) Father, (whom I do consider a father) because I spoke of my Grandfather being the most positive role model in my life. He was so much more to me than a Grandfather I can't explain it. But now that it's all done with, and I came to my second home, (My girlfriends apartment) took a long nap, had a pipe, and preparing for my backpacking trip, I feel much better. I want to thank you all again. It's nice to just be able to write about him. I thank ya. I hope all of you have a wonderful day filled with pipe smoke.
Zach