There comes a point in every caregiving journey when you realize that the work you are doing is not simply practical, it is spiritual. You are tending not only to a body that falters, but to a soul navigating the mystery of decline. You are witnessing the slow unwinding of strength, the narrowing of independence, the surprising betrayals of memory, mobility, and clarity. And you are offering yourself, your time, your patience, your presence as a shelter in that storm.
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Smitten With Goodness 