My Mom was a firecracker. She is only 5 feet tall and had all the energy and vigor of a sprite. She used to volunteer at our church’s soup kitchen two days a week, she produced gourmet meals for our family every day, kept a spotless home, and took ballroom dance lessons to be able to cut up with my Dad twice a month when they went out together. Her downfall were her precious cigarettes. She called them her only vice, and developed COPD and has to keep a Nonin GO2 with her all the time now. It is sad to see her with so little energy now.