@Bitconfused75 and @lollipoprainbow
You have my sympathy and understanding. My Mum passed away on the Sat before Christmas after 2 years of wanting to die, and sending all her many friends & us as family away, not coping with speaking to us on the phone, and the one of 2 times I managed to see her this year was a week before she died when she lasted about 10 seconds before telling me to leave. Not dementia, just very depressed after my DSD died a few years back.
Her life has been one of adventures, laughter, so many interests and so many friends. Me & DB both single have spent every Christmas we've been on this planet with her, and then DSD from when I was about 10. They were my world and Mum especially was my bedrock.
She was generous to everyone, mischievous, so kind to animals we had gaggles of waifs & strays all the time at her house, we went to weird museums in London, learned languages and spoke random phrases and funny quotes as a sort of standard banter, took up arts, music, choir, taught me to play guitar when I was 7 & more importantly she taught me to look at life through eyes with childlike wonder and not concentrate on the bad stuff (of which there was plenty but she took no crap, escaping DV from 1st marriage & being a role model for me in that).
At the end the panic attacks stopped her sleeping more than a few hrs for months and then a terminal diagnosis saw her make the very rational decision to just exit on her own terms... and she didn't want us or her friends to see her in the emaciated state she become, hence turning us away. Her love remained but she had honestly had enough, and if this country was decent enough to have well-circumscribed assisted dying laws it wouldn't have taken her 2 years to decline enough in health to achieve her goal.
But she's no longer suffering and as much as I want my funny larger than life Mum back, that wasn't ever going to be an option, and so in no way would I want her to still be here at 5 stone nothing & not wanting her loved ones to see her.
Sometimes there's no good option, just the least bad one.
Merry Christmas my dearest Mum, thank you for so many wonderful memories.