Interesting thread .....
When my mother had been in an assisted living apartment for a little over 4 months and had forgotten me and how many children she had, her dear 89 year old(er) sister had a car accident then a heart attack or heart attack then car accident while driving herself home from church Bible study. Sweet Connie lingered in ICU on a ventilator for a week, then died. My DH and I were in town to look for a house so we could be close and help Mom and Connie. Instead of being here for 1 week, we stayed 3 weeks because of Connie's condition and then death.
I had told Mom that Connie was hurt and in the hospital. Mom was okay with that and detached. When I came again to tell her that Connie had died, I sat down on the couch with Mom, held her hands and told her that I had sad news, Connie had died. Mom's eyes filled with tears and she squeezed my hands. She said, "Now I'm the only one left." In an effort to stop her from feeling alone, I hurried to say that Mom had me, Rob, the boys, and every other relative I could think of. Mom looked at me like I was nuts and said, "No, Daddy, Mama, Frank, Connie, and me. Now there's just me."
All I could do was to hug her and we cried together.
I wasn't ready for that clarity. Perhaps I wasn't ready for that memory either.
Wishing us all peace - Barbara

...... Interesting, there's no crying emoticon here.