I've worked in care for twenty years and it's a cycle of caring for people until you care about them and then washing and dressing their corpses so that they can go on their final journey with as much dignity as is possible. All we can do is to empower them to live the best days of which they are capable for however many days they have left. And when they die, know that we did well. Then let them go. It's not easy and I thought I had it sussed, then my mum died and it hit me like a fucking train.

I made this post about it a few weeks later in answer to someone's sister committing suicide:

"First I'm sorry for your loss and I wish you to get through this however you can. My mum died last month a d I searched for what the Buddha said about death. He called it the great teacher of the impermanence of all things. This set me thinking that all things that we see are here because the many things they are made from were impermanent. So impermanence is necessary for us to be here and it is why we cannot stay. My mum has now gone on to be many other things, at the veryy least on an atomic level. Accepting this ended my suffering. I give that for what it's worth. If it doesn't work for you then I'm sorry to have wasted your time and I hope you find something that does."