My Mom died a few years ago and lived at home until the end. She was sick the last few years but my brother lived with her and it was easy to keep her home. I began staying at night the last few months of her life and was with her every day for the last few weeks. She was the best Mom in the whole world and I would just love to see her one more time and tell her again how very much I love her. I keep reminding myself that 80 is a good long life, but it doesn't matter. I wished she could have lived to be 100.