I am sure we are not the only one's that feel that we went through the trials and tribulations of raising our son's, why should we have to raise our parents too. Responsibility is commendable but there are feelings there as well, whether they be dread or commitment. When my parents were my age now they were off to Europe, exploring the US and wintering in Florida without any worries, like my brother. We take mother to Dr. appointments, quarterly hospital stays and occasionally talk someone into watching her while we go out for an evening, sparingly. Not exactly the retirement I had planned. Do I regret taking her in? Not always just sometimes. I don't think I am abnormal, just human. Do I wish she would would hurry up and pass? Sometimes, again I am human. Guilt can be a very heavy noun. I guess our time will come, I just hope we are not too old to enjoy it. Our boy's will not endure this, this I vow. Anyone else?