So here I was, living next to the Pacific coast, the beach at my doorstep – well, almost. Perfect 75 degree days and 65 degree nights. A little fog in the morning, mountains to my back, a Mediterranean heaven right here in Southern California, and my view was typically the halls of the hospital or this rehabilitation facility where my uncle spent his days and nights. Back home in Phoenix, Arizona, we’re down to 95 degrees in the daytime, yay, no more 100s and the nights are dipping into the upper 70’s. I want nothing more now than to recuperate from the frenetic pace kept in California. I am tired and I feel mellower after this experience. It is not easy to leave your spouse, habits, friends, and effects to give your efforts and strengths to comfort someone else – but if it is our family, can we with good conscience ignore the responsibility?