I also miss my mother. Smoking and lung cancer killed her. Christmas was never the same again because she died a month before christmas day in 2010. My father still smokes but I pray everyday that he can quit.
When I was about 11 years old, my mother caught me and my siblings blowing smoke from a fake cigarette made up of rolled paper. She was so mad, she beat the crap out of us that we learned our lesson well and never tried it again.
My hubby smokes now and I just wish he could realize how much I hate smoking because of the loss it represents to me the thought of someone else I love eventually loosing their life just because smoking gave them a few moments of pleasure kills me....It will be crying time again when the bell tolls on another smoker....can't convince him though he loves the smokes...