When I was new in my care support community, I allowed myself to be known. Uneasy at first, reassuring at last. Other caregivers’ examples taught me about myself—connecting to others and myself. Eventually, I had to face the transition of my loved one into and out of this world as the natural order of things, whether I liked it or not. Yet I had a choice to accept it or make myself crazy with resistance and denial. I chose to accept, and I learned I was not alone.