I think space, and time, make a big difference. Until mum went completely doolally (mid Sep ish 2018?) visiting was difficult, hard work, I did a lot of feeding her, propping her up making her comfortable, constant reassurance, etc.
Once she'd completely lost it, I could actually see very little point visiting as it just seemed to make her more and more distressed. - I know that sounds hard as nails, but honestly, every time she saw me she would scream my name and ask me to take her home, which was absolutely impossible. Then she'd be away with the fairies again...
And dont start me on the bloody green button on the phone!!
I suppose what I am trying to say, probably cackhandedly, is that you can only do what you can do, and that also depends on the mental status of your oldie. Huge difference between physically frail and sharp as a tack, and physically frail and losing it, or just losing it...
I am just starting, 7 mths after DM died, to be able to remember how she was before the hideous last 5 mths of her life, and so start to miss her. Stupid thing: she left me a little folding pembroke table, very nice; DD2 is using it to do a jigsaw puzzle on, and I just think DM would have loved it if she'd known that was happening. Also her cat is now well settled with us (been here since last July, had to get used to existing 2 cats, and new dog who came in Oct), and that would have made her happy too.
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