Last day as a smoker

I have two ciggies left in my packet and then that's it.  It's an exciting and terrifying feeling.  I'm looking forward to the money I'll save, hopefully getting back to point where I can walk up the stairs without puffing, and wearing my favourite perfume and having others notice.  I've been inspired to quit today rather than "one day" with the news of that footy personality (no idea who he is, I don't follow the sport) passing away after a 3 month battle with lung cancer.  He was 47.  I am 45 (but don't tell anyone!).  I am terrified because it feels like I'm loosing an old reliable friend.