Caregiving brings a kind of guilt that isn’t about making mistakes. It shows up when you try your best but still wonder if it was enough. I felt that one night with my late Uncle Brandon. He loved the racing drag strip — the sounds, the energy, and being in the middle of it all. It was a place where he could be himself, and for a while, Parkinson’s disease faded into the background. But earlier that day, he had taken a hard fall and hit his head…
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