Warning: Raw truths from the other side of caregiving The Day After It’s early morning. I’m in my office, staring out the window. And there it is—like a familiar old friend—the sun rising behind the ancient oaks, whispering through the branches, “I’m back.” Then, suddenly, like the sting of a hard slap in the face, reality returns. It’s July 5th, the day after yet another holiday. I’m relieved it’s over. I feel alone. I’ve moved to Florida to find a life, to see the ocean and the lush greenness of this beautiful state, to find new friends, and do new things—you know, to live! I moved to Florida four times,…