My father had it, my mother had it, my sister had it, and I (probably) had it.

Or at least they have all tested positive. The ladies are fine, my dad went into the hospital tonight with pneumonia related to COVID, but he's doing fine and my brother who is a nurse, hooked him up with the best available doctor, so we're optimistic. But since his father and grandfather died on December 7 & 14, respectively, he keeps insisting that he only has to make it through tomorrow, since he's due home on the 24th or 25th. And then next Tuesday, just to be sure. He says, since I share a name with all three of them, that I will die on the 21st or 28th, whichever one he doesn't get. Since he's not superstitious, and only brings that datum up every year to annoy my mom and horrify his daughters-in-law, it suggests he's feeling himself. Also, the fact that since he was admitted the sum total communications from him have been repeated attempts to find out on which channel the Giants are playing tonight.