Back in 1975, like you I stayed with my ailing mother until she died. Being a caregiver like that is highly stressful. I used to cook for her. And I tended her when she was ill. I think I was plainly overwhelmed, looking back at it now, doing what I did to no good result. She died. I think I was originally miffed at my three siblings for their not having been there. It is funny to look back. She was very sick and I loved her greatly, but I was ultimately powerless to save her. The cancer did its job and took her life. I moved on.
Thanks for the chance to remember.