I am on my 10th day today of not smoking and am so very proud of my quit. My dad died in August and I was the one that had to pick up his ashes from the funeral home and take home to Mom. When I put him in the car, of course I started crying and called my mom & brothers to tell them T.D. and I were coming back home...then I lit a cigarette saying to my dad " I know TD but I am going to smoke anyway!" and made it to my mom's house ok...but tomorrow when we go to the town were we are burying my dad w/my husband and preacher driving - while my mom and I are in the back seat with his ashes...I can now say Dad I finally quit! it is 11 days today Dad.
I know to some of you this sound a little creepy but I really hope I can go through this quit mainly for myself for the ones that love me!