It would have been very easy for my relationship with my brother, Steve, to have been damaged during the two-year period that I was a caregiver for Mom. We had our moments when it was easy to fuss about his lack of involvement. Steve didn't often call the nursing home to talk to Mom. Instead, I often had to be the scheduler and arrange to call him from my cell phone when I was visiting Mom so they could converse. And when Steve forgot Mom's birthday one year, I angrily called him to complain...