I’m an 80-year-old male who accompanied a friend to a fabric store just to get out of my house. Had spent the last four years as sole caregiver to my dementia-stricken, half blind, deaf, 100-years-old mother. I was mentally, physically and emotionally exhausted. We parked under a small tree in the parking lot of the mall that housed the Joanne store. I was about to start reading a book I brought while my friend shopped when I looked up out of the windshield and saw the heart in the tree. It brought peace and a little but of wonder with it.
