My dad is a lifelong smoker. 40 a day until 57, when he was diagnosed with COPD. He basically quit when he threw his cigs in the bin in the consultants office. He’s 60 now and hasn’t touched any since, but the damage is done. He gets out of breath very quickly. This Christmas, he was out of breath pressure washing the drive, and he’s on three different meds to assist with what he’s got left.
At the moment, he’s still capable of working, and as a not very active type, it’s not affected his lifestyle much so far, but I’m acutely aware that it will. He’s just a little bit worse every year.
I know I face the prospect of watching him become as weak as a kitten and fade to nothing in the most horrible way.
For his sake, when he’s no longer able to enjoy his life, I hope he dies suddenly from a massive heart attack instead of slipping away, slowly throttled, without his dignity, by the consequences of his own actions.