Lori
Ankeny
My father had his first heart attack when I was seven. At that time he quit smoking cold turkey and never went back to using. Even though he quit he had damaged his heart enough that when I was 12 he had another heart attack and ended up having open heart surgery. On December 21st 1983 my father died and on December 26th we buried him. From that day to this one I have known that what ultimately took my father was his use of tobacco. What tobacco took from me can not be measured or quantified.
