This won't be as long winded as most of my posts. My father passed at 1030AM yesterday. I had already left work because Mom told me he'd been asleep for over 12 hours. I thought I'd make it in time for one last goodbye but my husband called and told me I was too late, he was already gone. I'll forever hold on to that last "I love you too" that I got on Father's Day.
There's no shadow of a doubt in my mind that this was caused by cigarettes. My whole being is shattered. Please quit. Quit now and quit forever.