It was 1982. My father had not been present in our household for ten years at that point. My mother already suffered her second stroke and is no longer able to work or be active. Half of her body was numb and her speech aphasic. My brother was working to keep our household alive and is a freshman at UCLA.
This is a question that we all should be asking our family, friends, enemies, and other human beings during this period of self-quarantine and social distancing because of the COVID-19 situation. It has not been easy for us, as a whole. Some have reached a breaking point. Others have rolled onward the best they can.