I guess this is a combo sad/angry kinda thing.
I'm a carer for my now 92yr old stepfather, and the poor bugger has dementia. Each day he declines a little bit more, his memory suffers daily, and he's losing other faculties as well. He needs full time supervision.
It's saddening to see, because I knew him as a healthy and very proud man. He's now a shell of what I once knew.
Dementia is cruel and it makes me angry.
And now I'm watching my 74yr old mum failing bit by bit. Her health is not good, so I'm terrified of what's to come.
She fell over in the shops yesterday, and by some miracle she didn't break anything. I look at her, and I see my grandmother in the way she holds her body, the way she stoops in the garden.
Watching family age is distressing (or terrifying depending on my day).