Jack of Harts

My Mom was alive four years ago. She was retired from work, living at home, and happy. I was out of debt, working, and living in the house I bought next door so I could shovel snow, mow grass, and do all the other stuff it takes to keep houses running. We were back from our trip north where we joined people in restaurants and met family just like life was normal and happy. Because it was. Of course, there was that odd bug coming out of China that the news was talking about. And people with weakened respiratory systems seemed to be the primary target, which was us. But we were listening to the doctors, and they had some good ideas on what treatments or supplements we should take to improve our body’s ability to fight it. We were going to be okay.