Yesterday she could barely stand while being held on to by the aid. When they laid my mother down in bed she was so weak she had to be positioned by the aid. It's so hard watching my mother decline day by day. She does not know me or talk. Family is not around past criticism and so I feel so alone praying for my mothers pain to end. I ask God everyday why does she has to suffer, my mother was a great giving person and she was my best friend my rock and I am so sad that her life is what it is now. Its like a slow death. Her Birthday is Thursday, she will be 91. A long life but I struggle watching as her body is so thin and fragile. I guess My plate is too full.