I have not really said much about the current state of affairs. I love living in my safe bubble. I go to Mike’s Independent once a week or so, go to work and come home. Yes this is not the most exciting life, but it is a safe life. The last few years have not been easy emotionally with the losses endured. However overall we have been safe and happy-ish.

About two weeks ago B ended up sick, then me, now A. Just like everyone else in society these days, we were going through, it. I will not even say it, so sick of hearing and talking about it.

On one night with A, his symptoms were not controllable. We found ourselves in the ER. I can best describe the conditions at the ER like watching the first episode of The Walking Dead. It was intense and terrifying. I am a sensitive person and was deeply disturbed but what I was witnessing. This encounter popped my beautiful bubble. I was seeing first hand accounts of the addiction and mental health crisis. Seeing the pain and despair in so many.

Then my thoughts turned to the front line workers who are caring for society’s most vulnerable people everyday. The things they must see, hear, smell. Taking in so much and most are very young workers them selves. This all had me thinking of the intentions read at my Grandmother’s funeral.

Society is changing. While I do hope everyday for a rerun to normalcy. I am not sure we can. This world needs a lot of good. My hopes and visions of the future include a better, stronger society. So now I am going back to bubble changed by this experience, more aware and compassionate.