I Wonder Why

Why did a smart, sweet, funny 60 y/o start smoking when she was young, vivacious and outwardly beautiful?

Why did a quadruple bypass over 10 years ago fail to get her to stop?

Why does she smile at me, showing an incredible inner-beauty via her flirtation and sense of humor, even while it is evident that she cannot catch her breath, that her lungs are full of fluid, and that her own behavior has caused her current predicament?

Why is it that I know I will be back to her house one day for a full arrest and that I will cry when I get home that night?