Sometimes You Can't Fix It

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This husband and I…

Had a quiet Christmas Day…ate lunch at IHOP…went for a drive…made some Crack Dip and binge watched the continuous airing of A Christmas Story…

Watched it three times…that man of mine engrossed…laughing over and over at the same jokes…his Christmas buddy playing Wordscapes when something caught her attention…

Ralphie’s friend…his name was Flick…don’t know why it wasn’t noticed before…maybe it didn’t register…maybe old gal me hadn’t just fallen down the family tree rabbit hole…but Flick…unique…one of a kind nickname…was familiar…

As in Georgie and Flick…Aunt Georgie and Uncle Flick…sister to Emily M…Flick a veteran…a Purple Heart recipient…lost his lung in the war…was spoken about with respect as, of course, he should’ve been…

Lived in a white farm house set on a small grassy area plopped in the middle of the town…it always intrigued little me…no houses next door but busy roads circling around…a house on an island of sorts…

Thought about that house as a preteen…Aunt Georgie dying an early death…Uncle Flick alone in that house on the island…it made young me sad…

Fast forward years…many many years…that daughter of mine diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis…something in that triggered memories…that house on the island…Flick alone…Aunt Georgie having died of a “muscle deteriorating disease”…

Was this MS?…something else?…was there a connection?…genetics of some sort?…mama me wanted information…wanted answers…because like all mamas do…

She wanted to fix it…make it better…take the scaries away for that baby of hers…

But sometimes in life…no matter how hard you try…how much you learn…how many articles you read…you can’t fix it..

But for every fearful mother and every suffering child you can pray…have faith…and trust that someone some day will find those answers…those elusive answers…and fix it for you…
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And this daughter of mine…agrees…