I did not see this coming

I have been thinking back to life two years before my granny got demented, to this period of great awakening which completely changed my family. I've been trying to figure out what was so different about life then compared to now and it still leaves me puzzled till today.

We were not expecting answers then. However, now we are and we grow frustrated when we do not receive them. I am now of the belief that frustration is the agent which is robbing us of our ability to see what is true. I do not believe that we are jaded, that cannot be true.

I miss the way life was before dementia took over my grandma's sanity. I could never imagine a time when I would fight the urge to break down almost on a daily basis. I can do nothing. I want to reach out but there is no one to reach out towards. There is not one comforting soul in this family - its as good as dead. And that, is the worst part of all.