My mother is in a shared room. Her roommate, who was 101 years old, died last Tuesday. Because my husband and I have been unable to visit because of illness, we didn't find out till yesterday. Her problems were physical and she was reasonably cognitively intact. I realize she had had a long life but it's always a little sad when a familiar face leaves. Fortunately, for lack of a better word, my mother is not aware of this. I don't even think she's aware that there was someone else in her room. She hasn't worn her glasses for several years plus she just doesn't seem to take much in. She will have a new roommate soon enough.