Share 'Smoke Signals'

I hate tobacco smoke. I hate the way it smells, the way it permeates my clothes and hair, and especially the way it kills. But in this season of my life as a caregiver, cigarette smoke has taken on a new and positive role-as a way to communicate with my terminally-ill sister, Gail. The doctor gave us the bad news six days before Christmas. There was nothing more they could do and my sister had...