As much as I love to be blogstalked, I also love to blogstalk. I have a long list of bookmarked blogs, and not just the blogs of other photographers, but blogs also of friends and other random folks whose stories I find interesting. On that list is the blog of Scarlett Lillian, a photographer out of Jacksonville, Florida. Not only have I been checking out her work, but recently I became very involved in the story of her dad's struggle with cancer. And, not just any cancer, but lung cancer. Yep. Lung cancer. Funny that I, a smoker, (ewwww... that was hard to say) would be so interested in the story of a loved one's battle with lung cancer. :-/ I hoped against hope that her dad's story would end differently than most, that he would be one of the lucky ones who conquers the terrible disease. She usually posts quite frequently, but today I noticed that she hadn't posted anything in a while, and I got this sinking feeling in my stomach that something must be wrong. And, it was. I went directly over to her mom's blog, and there it was. Scarlett's dad, Johnny, has passed away. It took me a moment to register it, and then I felt an emotion I hadn't expected- overwhelming sadness. Sadness for Scarlett, sadness for her mom, and as selfish as it may seem for me to say this, sadness for me. Sadness as I face the reality that my end could come the same way. I, too, could leave behind a loving spouse and beautiful daughter all because I didn't see any reason to part with my cigarettes. That's it. There is my reason. Life. I like mine, and I don't want to leave it prematurely. So, Scarlett, if you read this, I hope that you will find some small comfort in the idea that your father's story has inspired me to change. Thank you for sharing his journey with all of us, I will never forget him.

Scarlett with her mom, Rene, and dad, Johnny.