At this point, I'm not too proud to beg. I have a dream of walking down the isle in some beautiful park at my wedding and YOU, Daddy, have to walk with me. No cane, no walker, no oxygen mask, just the man I've been trying to find in a guy my age since I was 13. I know you go to the doctor all the time and they say you're fine, and I know you're like superman, nothing can hurt you, but I don't want you to stop smoking when they find something. OH! Don't think you're off the hook mom; this is for you just as much as dad. You said you were going to start smoking to lose a little weight like 4 years ago and then you would quit. Not that you need to lose weight, but the only thing cigarettes do is add weight...to your lungs that are filling with tar. I know things are hectic with dad traveling but you have to stop sometime and I can see that just asking you when you're gonna quit isn't going to cut it anymore. When AJ and I were little we use to hide them from you for a reason; we didn't do it just to make you mad, we did it because we know they are killing you, slowly but surely. I do not want to get a call one day from you telling me that one or both of you as lung cancer. And since I'm in Florida, I cannot sit down with you and say this to your face so this will have to do. If not for yourselves, quit for AJ and me. And before you tell me I need to quit, I through my pack out, which had like 6 or 7 left. The last time I had even a hit was when you two were here and every time I want one...I just think about what it is doing to me. I hope you will do the same thing and I'm sorry for being so blunt but think about the things you're gonna miss because you have to go outside to smoke.
I love you.
PeAcE =)
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