I found out this morning my dear friend I've known since I can remember, passed away yesterday of a heart attack.
We were in the same class in preschool, and first grade, and spent many summer and Christmas breaks together, till the time I married. Our parents were friends, and still are.
In his pic he posted for Christmas I saw he had lost a lot of weight, and I called him on Christmas Eve, we promised to see each other next year when I plan to take mom home for a visit. But now I won't, life is not fair.
He quit smoking maybe 15 years ago, he was not a drinker, was working 2 jobs, and was the nicest person I knew.
But I will not smoke over my loss, even if it were just to honor his memory; through the years he asked me to quit smoking so many times, I lost count. And that is what good friend would do for each other.