So about 18 months ago the 21 year old son of one of best friends suddenly died of an unexplained heart attack. He was fit, athletic and had just graduated from the same Uni as my daughter. Was a real shock. My kids and his kids had gone all through their lives together. It was at this time that I started smoking again - no-one's fault but mine. For at least a week I pretty much lived round their house and every evening my friend and I would drink some whisky and sit outside and smoke and I would hold him while he cried.
Yesterday morning I got a call from my friend's wife and she was upset and crying and said that she was worried about my friend - although he was putting a brave face on things she thought that he was struggling. These waves of deep emotional distress hit them from time to time - understandably. So last night I took my friend out for a drink to see if he was ok and to have another chat about the unfairness of life. He would describe himself as a "social smoker" and had brought a packet of cigarettes with him last night. When he offered me one the craving I had was the strongest ever - a real physical and emotional need to join him in having a cigarette. The good news is that I resisted. The truth is that life can be a real b*tch sometimes but I guess smoking doesn't make it any better (whatever we may think at the time when a craving hits). Today is another day - be strong everyone