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Back when I was a kid, when someone reached the age of 65 or 70, they were considered to be really old, and, behaved so. But even so, they lived with family until they were called to die.
Now, however, the number of people living into their 90's, is becoming quite common.
In fact, in the ladies' Sunday School class that I teach, seven or eight of them are older than I am (81). The oldest is 95 and is still driving. The majority of them live alone, but some live with family.
Both of my parents lived at home until they died in the hospital. My sister, Margaret, who never married, was their caregiver.
As for me, I am blessed in still being able to be on my own, paying my own bills, still driving, making my own decisions. I have no idea how long that will continue, but like most all seniors most likely do, dread the time when it is bound to change unless God sees fit to take me home first. I am very aware that it could change at any time.
If I did become disabled, who knows what would happen? Not I. I can only trust that my children would see that I am cared for.
Many of America's seniors face untenable situations in their daily lives . They live in nursing homes that are just holding pens comparable to cattle way stations. A fortunate few are in upscale places, but not with family, as they used to be. They are still just waiting, mostly.
Times have changed.