Jen writes... It is the middle of the night, bleary eyed, I am double checking my spreadsheet to make sure I am giving the right medicines at the right time. It is the middle of the night, I am holding her hand, trying to say goodbye but trying to hold on. It is the middle of the night, I am weeping softly into my pillow, because alone, in the middle of the night, is the only time I can empty some of the bucket of tears inside me. These are snapshots of times in my life. I am a caregiver…
