Hearth started with eleven phone calls. One morning my mom called her mother eleven times — no answer. She lives ten minutes away, and she was already looking up what to do next when Grandma turned out to be fine. Her phone was in the kitchen, charging.
The hard part of loving an aging parent isn't the big scares. It's the not knowing. So I built Hearth for my own family: my grandma taps one button with her morning coffee, and my mom's phone glows across town. She still visits all the time — but because she wants to, not because she's scared.
My grandma is in her nineties. She hasn't missed a morning yet.