My mom is dying and my dad is pretending everything is normal while my mom wants to talk about death and I'm caught between them, trying to give each of them what they need while falling apart myself.
More people experience this than they realize.
Three people are drowning in the same inevitable loss but cannot find each other across their different ways of facing the unfaceable.
“Where Are You with Physical touch and its necessity?”
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.