My cap started the conversation. He had no family. A neighbor needed a caregiver. He did it for almost 10 years. She was incontinent a long time. He left behind a passion for antiques. He learned the true meaning of patience, empathy and lost any squeamish feelings he may have ever had. She’s gone now. He said he would do it again. He cried as we talked. Says he did good. He is now trying to revive his love for antiques.