I don't know where else to admit this. I adore both my parents but sometimes now find myself wishing that my beloved 90 year old dad with dementia could slip away quietly in his sleep. Has anyone else gone through this? I'd really welcome your thoughts. I don't know what I am thinking half the time to be honest, I only know that I am thinking about them in my every waking hour both when I am with them and not with them. And it;s selfish to think this way cos Dad does still have some quality of life. Sometimes I just can't bear my mum's sadness and exhaustion. Love to all.