BTDT. Twice. Dad was progressively worse with his dementia. I didn't want to take away his Sig 229. Told mom he doesn't have the strength to pull back the slide. Wrong. Still, he'd get pissed if it "disappeared". So I took out the firing pin. He had the piece of mind his sidearm was where it always was for 40 years. Had to put door alarms on all the egress doors as he'd wonder off in the middle of the night. Found him eating Jello powder one night and trying to eat detergent another time. It was rough.
Mom was bedridden but had hallucinations. She'd call at all hours of the night telling me there were monkeys on her bed and should she call the cops. No, I'll be over in a bit - another 20 minute drive at 3:30am.
I'm glad I helped them the best I could, but looking back, it was a rough time and nothing I could do would change their outcome.
Rog, do the best you can and that's good enough. Some things are beyond our control. Godspeed, sir.
