We built this because we lived it.
When our mother passed after 61 years of marriage, my brother, sister and I suddenly joined the Sandwich Generation — raising our own kids while caring for our 88-year-old father.
My brother lived with Dad, but his own health challenges meant care items occasionally slipped through the cracks. I lived close by, so much of the final responsibility landed on me. And our sister — who held Dad's healthcare power of attorney — coordinated everything from Atlanta, 250 miles away.
Three siblings. Three households. Two cities' worth of life. One father who deserved to be seen. We coordinated over calls, texts and memory — and we learned the hard way that love alone doesn't keep a care plan on track.
Be Seen Care is the tool we wish we'd had: one shared place where everyone — the sibling in the house, the one nearby, the one far away — can see what's done, what's due, and what needs a hand.
