The Sandcastle story begins with our Grandpa. My earliest childhood memory was of him and me at the beach making a sandcastle. He was my best friend in the world. He taught me how to swim as a baby, how to throw a football as a kid, and how to drive a car as a teenager. He taught me how to laugh at myself, that it is okay to cry, and most importantly, he showed me how to live. He was my hero.
In his elder years, his health started to decline. After a stroke left him partially disabled, it was obvious that he would require much care and supervision. Though he agreed to care, he maintained a strong desire to stay at home. His home represented his independence, where he raised his family, and had decades worth of memories. As a family, we searched all over Central Florida for a homecare provider, but became quickly dissatisfied.