For the first time, I am glad my mother is not alive.  This virus is ugly and would have liked her COPD-compromised lungs.  And with her living far from us, it would have been a torturous waiting game. For many, that worry is ever on their minds; or worse, they have lost their mothers (and other loved ones).  Not being able to comfort someone as they die; not being able to mourn properly adds a level of cruelty to this pandemic that would have been impossible to imagine before all Read on...