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08/10/2005: "Sad News"
Last night I went out for a beautiful light wind sail with a couple of friends and it was relaxing and fun, as I hadn't been out sailing since the day before my big trip. I came home feeling mellow and right with the world only to get a phone call from my sister Traci telling me that my aunt Susie had just died. This was a big shock, as she was only diagnosed with lung cancer last month. She was my dad's sister, a strong woman with a great sense of humor and a lot of love in her heart; I still have unopened emails from her in my inbox and I feel so terrible about it.
She was a long time smoker, which isn't a criticism at all, just a simple fact that frightens me because so many people I love were or currently are, smokers (even I smoked for a few years in college). One of the people I love most in the world only has a couple cigarettes a day but lives with a smoker who smokes in the house. He's very stubborn and just gets pissed if I try to nag him about it. After all, we all have our unhealthy habits, myself included. I've lived "hard" (euphemism) for many years and have only recently started to treat my body with a little respect.
But smoking is evil, it kills people, and maybe there is nothing we non-smokers can do to convince the people we love that they need to stop...but fuck it, I'm not going to quit trying.