I live in a bubble.
According to my sister Sue.
I hated it when she said it when she was alive.
Because I thought she lived in her own bubble.
Yet I’ve come to understand it now, since she’s passed.
I am lucky.
Others have it tougher than me.
Stuff happens to families that are completely out of their control on all levels.
It happened to us.
Sometimes you can’t change it.
In many cases you can’t make it better.
And in lots of situations you can’t fix it.
And fixing is what I do for a living.
So its hard for a fixer, not to fix.
What does one do?
Or eat Bugles…the snack of my childhood?
Its a tough call.