Shirley was a cigarette smoker for as long as I can remember...numerous times while growing up we would do things to crush or hide her cigarettes and she would get violently mad. I volunteered for the American Cancer Society Youth against Cancer national conference and would with another teenager hand out candy kisses while holding an ashtray in my white boots and miniskirt, 'a kiss for your butt', we'd say! She would proudly tell people that story while she kept puffing away. Even when she had dementia living alone and nearly burned herself up because she forgot where she left her burning 'cig-rettes' she would say: 'I am choosing my way to die.' And I believe she did -- that…
Oh Super Sistah Sandy!
So many sweet, and bittersweet memories we share! And, So beautifully written! Thank you!
I love you! ~Sistah Jules 💜
Shirley was a cigarette smoker for as long as I can remember...numerous times while growing up we would do things to crush or hide her cigarettes and she would get violently mad. I volunteered for the American Cancer Society Youth against Cancer national conference and would with another teenager hand out candy kisses while holding an ashtray in my white boots and miniskirt, 'a kiss for your butt', we'd say! She would proudly tell people that story while she kept puffing away. Even when she had dementia living alone and nearly burned herself up because she forgot where she left her burning 'cig-rettes' she would say: 'I am choosing my way to die.' And I believe she did -- that…