This is a heartwarming story about love, loss, loneliness, hope and all the in-between. Told from Beverley's POV as she watches over her family and their struggles, you really get to feel her frustration, guilt and hopelessness at not being able to help or engage with her family. My own grandmother is in the early stages of dementia and I felt this was an accurate view of all party's involved in that diagnosis. From Kenny's frustration at no longer having any independence, Philippa's loneliness due to the responsibility of being her dad's carer, the repetition of conversations and routine, and, of course, the guilt. This is beautifully written and shows what is both sacrified and gained in a carer's role.