Since my mother was adamant that she was fine, I never told her she was going into care. I brought her from British Columbia to my home outside of Toronto - that was a never-ending flight, believe me. She spent 4 days in my home, then was sectioned. She was in hospital for 2 weeks while my sister and I looked for a suitable retirement home. I brought her from the hospital to the home and never said anything. When it was time for her to move to a nursing home, we did the same thing. While my husband and a friend moved her clothing etc, I took Mum out for lunch then we \went to the new home. Had we had any discussion, it would have quickly got ugly. This way, poor Mum really wasn't sure what happened but as I was being very matter-of-fact about it, the transition was a little easier.