I choose not to smoke...it won’t bring him back, it won’t release the guilt of not making it home in time, my dad passed away 2 days ago....cancer ridden and decided to go on hospice instead of dealing with chemo again, I was headed home Jan 23rd to see him, talk to him, hug him...God needed him sooner I guess, waiting on word from home on arrangements, see...he was my stepdad, not biological....he was my DAD in every sense of the word except by blood...I will miss him terribly and the world is a sadder place without him...if ever there was a time to fall off the wagon it’s now....but guess what? I CHOOSE not to smoke...yay me, now time for another good cry