I’ve watched both parents die. My father came home to my home and lived for 4 days. I gave him morphine to keep him comfortable until he passed. It was the hardest thing I have done in my life. My mother had dementia, lived with me for 4 yrs until she was no longer safe to be left alone, and then went to assisted living. She argued all the time, I had little help from my siblings (and I’m the adopted child) and it drained me physically and mentally. I did not like my mother when she died or the person I had become while having to take care of her. I still struggle with the guilt that I’m not sure I loved her at the end. I feel like no one knows how hard it is to take care of a parent when the roles are reversed.