Time To Stop

Hey Bear.

I sure do miss you. I'm not used to the house without you in it. It feels funny...weird even.

I saw something the other day....

I had a guy come in the office who was my age and he has emphysema. He has a little boy about 5 or 6 - he won't ever see his boy graduate college, and will miss out on a ton of things to do with him.

I always thought that emphysema was for older people who had already lived most of their life....he's to young Bear.....I'm to young.

I don't want that to happen to me. It scared the shit out of me...the possibility that I might not be able to be there for you and your brother, especially while you're little......

so I'm quitting...and so is your dad, we're doing it together.

Hopefully, the house will be smoke free by the time you come home.

I'm not doing so good. I've smoke 1 cig, and 2 half cigs today....but considering I would have smoked well over half a pack by now, I guess I'm doing okay.....

but I will do better Sweetness. I want to see you play with my grand kids, I want to see you grow old.

I want to see Connor grow into a man, and you into a lovely young woman.

I'm workin on it kiddo. I'm working on it.