I'm saddened by the fact that one year ago we had no conflict with my mother. I was frustrated by some of her behavior, and by the dementia, but we were not at odds with one another. Now less than a year later she is so angry with my siblings and I. We never used to fight. Now every other phone call or visit is a fight. I hate to see it come to this. This is not the role we want. Anything good we do is of no importance to her. Our dad is gone, our mother.....is nearly gone. Wish it could end different. She's been in the AL 2 months. The only thing that will make her happy is going home. Yet she wasnt really happy there either. How does a heart carry this burden? How do we watch her so unhappy. I feel as if there is an answer but I can't find it.