Tuesday, January 7, 2014
The Smell of Death Wafts In
It isn't what you're thinking, it is what I think every time my quintuple bypass husband walks in the back door after a smoke break-- it wraps me in fear and anger. I am 66, he is 67. Our house is paid off, but it needs a roof, siding and windows, maybe even a couple of steel beams to hold it up... What will I do when smoking takes him as it did my parents? Yes, dear, this is what I think and feel every time I smell what has become the new smell of death to me. Not to mention it is -35 in the wind and that's a stress on the heart, too. I walk away from that smell, no point in talking about it.