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It is horrible for any mother or father to think about the loss of a child but should the mind ever contemplate this horrific nightmare, let it do so still free and in charge. Ilona, Wednesday morning I received a nightmare phone call that my closest friend had died in her sleep at age 50. I'm still hoping this is some bad dream and I'll awaken soon and together we'll have a chuckle over it.
You may find this hard to believe but seeing this thread again was the very first time since learning of Harriet's passing 54 hours ago that the "thought" of smoking has entered this brain. Even now it isn't a "thought" of me smoking but my sincere hope that when life visits death upon each of you, and it will, that the insanity of adding active drug addiction to your grief will be as clear as it is to me. There was always only one rule ... no nicotine today!
Breathe deep, hug hard, live long,
John (Gold x9)