Her mom still lived indepentently, was 86 years old and seemingly in good health other than slowing down a bit, needing a walker, etc. Two days ago she got up, went to the beauty salon and had her hair done, went home, lay down for a nap and never woke up. She had a great life ... and death. My friend is in mourning now but she will never have to go through the long, slow decline that i'm going through with my mom who has lived with me for 5 years. My mom is 96. I love her dearly but i am so tired of being a caretaker and i am actually envying my friend who will never have to be a caretaker. Can others on this site understand this?