Used to Be Mother Has To Move

The nurse from Used to Be Mother's complex called with a litany of observations and resident complaints.
1) She doesn't following simple instructions
2) She doesn't wear appropriate clothing
3) She plays her music too loud and objects to suggestions that she turn it down
4) She hallucinates there are children on her balcony or crosses in the parking lot
5) She comes an hour early to the dining room for her meals and is cross with the servers when they won't let her sit down
6) She wanders the halls aimlessly
7) She talks too much about religion to her table partners despite their requests that she stop
8) She wanders on their outings

etc. etc. etc.

The nurse said it's clear our mother doesn't belong in the independent wing of her complex. We need to find a new place for her where her safety will be monitored.

She doesn't know any of this yet. Except she knows she doesn't have any friends. She knows there isn't much for her to do each day. She knows that she is forgetting too many things.

We knew this day would come. It would be so simple if the sweet chariot could come and take her home.

Have any of you seen the alternatives for demented souls?

Our mother doesn't need nursing. She doesn't need anyone to bathe or clothe her. She doesn't wear diapers. She is relatively healthy. She could remain like this for years.

What to do?