The Drive Home

They told him he’d need both legs amputated.

He had diabetes. He had dementia. And he had made up his mind—no surgery. He wanted to keep walking, even if it hurt. He wanted to live, even if the time left was short. So he went on hospice. And that’s when we got the call.

Holding a higher standard for care

His kids lived far away—some out of state, one out of the country. But he wasn’t alone.

Our caregivers stepped in and built a rhythm with him. We took him on long drives—his favorite way to ease his mind. We drove through the mountains he loved. We stopped by the grocery store so he could choose his own snacks. We let him vent when he needed to, and always knew when to stay soft through the storm.

Even on the hard days, he was met with patience and respect. And when the time came and his body could no longer hold on, we were there—holding his hand, calling his children, making sure he felt love surrounding him until the very last moment.

This is what caregiving really looks like. It’s not glamorous. It’s not easy. But it’s everything.

 This is our superpower—finding the right caregiver for moments like this.