I’m glad you were able to care for your loved ones. I get testy about this issue because when my mother could no longer care for herself, my brother and I made the difficult decision to put her in a care facility. I had a number of meddlesome family members, neighbors and “friends” give me hell over it.
Fact is, my mother received far better care at this facility than anything my brother and I could provide. Mom wasn’t warehoused. She had a constant stream of visitors. And Mom charmed the sisters and staff. When she passed, most of them came to the wake. They loved her.
I refuse to feel guilty about our decision.
Please don’t guilt trip yourself over this decision. Part of why I kept my mother was that when she had been hospitalized before, she would phone me at 3 am, crying, “I’m so hungry”. So when the doctor said her condition was terminal, she begged me to care for her at home. I had to sleep sometime, so I would put a little box with a sippy cup of water and snacks next to her when she went to bed so she could eat when she woke up in the middle of the night.