About Sarah

It’s hard to put into words what Sarah meant to my mother and to our entire family. For over nine years, Sarah was more than just a caregiver—she became a true companion, a trusted advocate, and in many ways, the daughter my mother never had. What began as help with mobility quickly blossomed into something much deeper. Sarah brought joy into my mother’s life with her kindness, her vibrant spirit, and her boundless curiosity. She wasn’t content to simply help with the basics—though she did those things with skill and grace. She took Mom to lunches and outings that lifted her spirits, helped her tend to her beloved plants, and cooked with her in a way that made our house feel alive again. We trusted Sarah implicitly—she helped manage daily affairs, wrote checks, and even traveled with Mom, always adapting to new and sometimes challenging environments with intelligence, patience, and good humor. She became part of the fabric of our lives. When my mother moved to Williamsburg for her final years, we never expected to be surrounded by such warmth. But Sarah was a big part of that unexpected grace. She stood by Mom through it all, and after her passing, continued to support us in handling her affairs. Even now, we think of Sarah as part of our extended family. Whoever she works with next will be incredibly fortunate—not only to have someone capable and conscientious, but someone with a heart as big as the care she gives. Nine years of unwavering devotion speaks for itself. Simply put: Sarah is a gift.