Now? he asked himself. Why, now, at the end of his life, a new dimension existed:
the communication of love itself in service;
wordless, nameless, and all-pervading;
transfiguring his daily life.
And this experience--it astonished him--was the best of all.
Anne Morrow Lindbergh in her novel Dearly Beloved
These are the words of of a husband caring for his ill wife in their old age. No doubt that being a caregiver can be the hardest job of all--and that this is a book of fiction--but isn't his a sweet attitude?