My mother – 60 and a widow for two years now – has the beginnings of dementia. I can tell when I talk to her. She lives on the other side of the country. I’m her only remaining child, so I know it’s up to me to take her in when the time comes. Except I have a life of my own – a wife, kids, career, etc… I dread the day when she comes to live with us. Yes, I love her. But my marriage is on the rocks as it is. This might push us over the edge.