My grandmother was the only safe person in my childhood and she has dementia now, and I am losing not just her but the only witness to the fact that I was once loved unconditionally.
More people experience this than they realize.
The loss of cognitive connection with a childhood refuge eliminates not just present comfort but the living proof that safety once existed.
“Where Are You with Grief for lost childhood?”
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.