@ShinyAppleDreamingOfTheSea , yes, but what about the ones who are almost permanently fretful, confused, anxious about things they can not even name? What about the poor 80-odd woman in my mother’s care home, so often crying that her mother didn’t know where she was, and would be so worried? The staff were very kind, but nothing could comfort her.
My DM was in her care home from 89 until she finally died at 97, having had Alzheimer’s since her early 80s, so for around 15 years. For the last 4 or 5 she was doubly incontinent, incapable of any sort of conversation, no clue about anything, not knowing any of her family - and no, not enjoying life at all. I can’t say she was ever happy in her care home, excellent though it was.
During all those 8 years of visits there was only ever one resident who appeared to me to be genuinely happy all the time - every time I saw her she told me happily that her mum and dad and grandma and granddad were coming soon, and they were all going to see seaside together.
How I wished that my poor mother could be permanently back in some sunlit childhood idyll!
When she finally died, all we could feel was relief that she was finally released from such a cruel and undignified existence - one that would have appalled her former, intensely private self.