My Mom is in memory care; I visit every day & see in the dining room the victims of “dump and run” as practiced by their sorry offspring whom they seldom see.
Wife & I have no children, but two `goddaughters’, children of her best friend.
We’ll soon be 70. The one who dies first is the lucky one for not dying alone. Them’s the breaks.
Yeah, that pretty much sums it up, eh? There's no way of guaranteeing anything.