Tomorrow...tomorrow...tomorrow

It's time for my pops to stop smoking. I mean really, it's time. He's smoked for years and I was so scared when I talked to him today. It actually made me want to run home. He sounded as if he was hooked up to a respirator, gathering as much breath as possible to talk to me. Turns out he's been on respiratory antibiotics. He was with Mike at the clinic because he's been sick for the past few days, as well. I love my dad...always taking care of everyone else but himself. Not always a good trait to have, though. His little saying of "do as I say, not as I do" has been ringing through my head for years. He promised he'd stop smoking. I'm holding him to that.