This word describes how I felt with the news that my grandfather has Alzheimer.

It all started when I went to Madrid to take a portrait of my grandmother. I’ve learnt from her that they’re both okay. But a small conversation with my grandfather made me realize that he is lost.

Lost like his memory.
This feeling does not only describe how he felt but also my feelings towards the news. While I was trying to accept and deal with this new situation, I wanted to reduce the distance between us, as I have been abroad for a long time. I also wanted them to feel important, good with them- selves and be up for new adventures.

The outcome of this is to portray my grandfather and his disease through my grandmother who is the one trying to help him carry on. She is now both of them.