I never thought I’d be feeding my grandpa oatmeal at 4 a.m., fighting back tears when he calls me “Mom” instead of “Sarah.” I thought patience was my virtue, but I had no idea how hard it would be to see the man who taught me to ride a bike now needing help to stand. In this story, I open up about the heartbreak, guilt, and unexpected moments of grace that come with caring for a loved one who’s slowly fading away.