Caregiving often shows up in the smallest, most unexpected ways. For years, apples with honey were part of Doug’s morning routine a simple comfort we both counted on. But now, some days he likes them, other days he insists he never has. It’s a reminder that with dementia, even the familiar shifts. I’m learning that letting go of the need to correct and instead meeting him where he is lightens the load, even if only a little. Sometimes it’s the little things like apples that reveal just how big this journey really is.

This belated tribute is for Vietnam War Veterans including my husband, Doug, who served with courage and quiet strength. Many carried their battles home in silence, with little recognition and lasting health impacts that are only now being fully understood. From PTSD to Agent Orange exposure and the heightened risk of dementia, their sacrifices extend far beyond the battlefield. Today and always, I honor their resilience, their service, and the unseen weight they continue to bear.

As a care partner, I’ve learned that giving help comes naturally but asking for it feels like weakness. Recently, in a moment of exhaustion, I let down my guard and allowed my sister and dearest friend to support me. What began with meals became something far greater: the gift of grace in learning how to receive.