My own FIL went to bid farewell to his friend. My FIL and MIL are a few of the people who this dementia brained friend still recall. I remained a chicken, peeking from my window, fighting back tears for this scene I was watching. My friend just left with his dad for a nearby retirement village.
I was planning on making cookies and walking some across the street to my neighbor. Now I'll have a little farther to go.
Life. Death. The transition in between. Balance can be hard to find emotionally.