The sun doesn't know there's a pandemic; it shines its angled late-spring-afternoon rays just as brightly through the front window onto Paul's guitar. Sometimes I talk to the portrait of my great-grandmother Lydia and ask her to watch over us. She died at the age of 55 during the 1918 flu pandemic.
A story in the October 4, 1918 issue of The Democratic Advocate in Westminster, MD (Concerning The New Disease, "Spanish Flu") lists info for dealing with the disease including this: 5. Keep comfortably warm bodily and very cool mentally.
According to my aunt, my Grandmother (who was 12 in 1918; the youngest of 13 children) always said her mother died of a broken heart when her youngest son was drafted into the army during World War I. Her obit says her youngest son was at Ft. Meade, so my aunt thinks he would have been recently drafted; two older sons were already serving: one "Somewhere in France" and the other at a Base Hospital.