Hi again, Jody,
Sorry I didn't use your signature name last time. I was a bit distraught thinking about my dad, too.
I wonder if anyone else has encountered this. I was at a store buying a Mother's Day gift yesterday -- I got her a paperweight with a real thistle inside it, because my dad was Scottish. I mentioned to the cashier that I chose it because my dad had died recently, and I thought this would be a nice reminder of him. When she asked what he died of, I said "lung cancer," and maybe I'm imagining it, but I think I saw a tightening around her mouth. Maybe I was just being supersensitive, but her "gosh, I'm sorry" seemed a tad judgmental.
I keep feeling like I have to defend my dad. As far as we know, his disease didn't have anything to do with smoking - though he did smoke for 14 years until a stroke 33 years ago got him to quit. But it's almost like when somebody is HIV positive -- "Well, what did you do to bring this on yourself?"
And it sucks. Even if the smoking was what did it, nobody's perfect. And nobody deserves to suffer.
Anyway, this is probably off-topic. But I would love to hear from others what their coping strategies are for this kind of thing. On the one hand, it's nobody's ******* business what he did. But on the other, well --.
And I still wish I could get my family members that DO smoke to quit, because I do not want to go through this again. Ever.
I wish you all peace.
Kerry