I'm Taking My Bows

On Saturday morning I drove up to Massachusetts to spend the weekend with an old and dear friend who is close to a nervous breakdown and is at the point in her life that if she were to die tomorrow, she won't care. Lots of personal shite in her life which has been building and alcohol is one of them. Her daughter was nearly killed by her live-in bf who is the father of her third child. She suffered a broken jaw and brain trauma. Her other two children are in the custody of my friend. Of course my friend smokes like a fiend and this was never a problem in the past because I would match her butt for butt.On the long drive up, I spoke with Pop. As others know Pop's only last request was that his two daughters stop smoking. I tried in April but failed and I am trying again, this time with help from Chantix. So in the car,quit smoking now, I talked with Pop and told him that I really wanted this quit to last for a lifetime and that I was placing myself in a difficult situation out of love and concern for a friend. I asked him to help me by adding his strength to mine.Pop came through for me. I did not smoke one cigarette this weekend. Not one puff. Did not touch one and in fact did not want one until I was on my way back home alone. All weekend all I smelt was the horrid odor of smoke tinged air and when my friend hugged me hello and goodbye I would smell it on her clothes and her breathe.So thank you Pop,stop smoking, Chantix, you guys and myself for a smokefree weekend.