Smoke

It has been a bit over six months since my dad passed away, and it is a bit strange just how much I realize I miss the low haze of cigarette smoke and the distinct sweet scent of the occasional mini cigar my dad would smoke. I expected to miss a lot of things, but it is a bit strange to find that I miss the smoke. I guess it is because my parent's smoked my entire life, it's strange now not to have the scent of smoke around, to not have to empty ash trays when I clean the living room. Strange not to buy cigarette lighters and cigarettes when I go to the store.