Sometimes, it's the simplest things that can mean the most. For caregivers, it may be when someone acknowledges the struggle in our journey. Maybe it's a simple phone call from an old friend, it doesn't even have to be very long! One memory comes to mind as I sit writing this.  It was Mother's Day, and I had just been up to see my mom, who had dementia. On the way home, I decided that Chris and I would stop by a lake for some time in nature. I felt so swallowed up by life in that moment. I'd spent time with my mom, which was, as you know, so difficult when they are not really who they used to be. Then it was just Chris and me.  I was lonely. I was hurting. It's difficult to be caught between two generations. One disappearning before my very eyes and the other needing full-time care. But as I was pushing Chris' chair up the hill to the lake overview, a kind stranger was leaving. We nodded as we passed each other on the trail. Then, he stopped. He turned arou...