My DH's Dad died when he was 16. It took his Dad 2 years to die, and he died in the living room. His mother had a really hard time with it, and they grew apart. My DH had a very diffucult time with it, his sibling were all much older and out of the house, so he went through it alone. (my DH also smoked at one time in his life, but quit before he knew me)
I lived with my grandma and she died of "tobacco linked complications" when I was 15. She basically suffocated to death in front of us, there was nothing we could do. She was grasping and struggling. it was horrible. I loved her very much and I hate that she never met her great grandchildren. She would have been so proud of me, and what I've done with my life. I moved in with my boyfriend and tried to drown her memory out. You'd think that would be enough to make me quit smoking but it wasnt I smoked for 8 years after that.
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