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2026-03-09

ðŸŒđðŸŒđ Is living alone in your old age lonely?

 11/3/26

Is it possible for the elderly to live alone?

I’m 81, and I live alone. I have a helper who comes in 2 times a week to do laundry and other household chores. I text my son every night when I’m safely in bed and again in the morning when I get up. He and his wife are always on call to help, and they visit me every other weekend.

I have a landscaping company to take care of the yards, and a handyman that I trust. A hair stylist comes every 5 weeks to cut my hair.

I do not drive

I have my groceries delivered and order anything else I need online.

My 85-year-old mother lived alone for a year after my father died. She had no family close by. My brother lived closest, 150 miles away. I lived 2,000 miles from her. She still drove, but back then, there was no ordering stuff online or having groceries delivered. Then she had a stroke and moved in with my brother for her last year of life.

My sister-in-law is 88 and lives alone. She talks about giving up driving, but hasn’t done it yet. She has a daughter-in-law nearby and many friends.

My grandmother lived alone for many years after her husband died. My parents lived about a mile from her. She was very active in her church and had many friends. She had a stroke at 83 and died 2 days later.

My family has an independent streak.āļ„āļĢāļ­āļšāļ„āļĢัāļ§āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āļĄีāļ™ิāļŠัāļĒāļĢัāļāļ­ิāļŠāļĢāļ°

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ðŸŒđðŸŒđWhy do some elderly people choose to live alone instead of getting married again or having a partner? Is it because they value their freedom and independence as they age?

1. I absolutely despise the experience of making my way to the bathroom in the middle of the night and falling into the toilet because some ill-mannered boob STILL hasn't acquired the ability to put the seat back down after he pees.

2. I don't like whiskers in the sink or a fur-lined bath tub.

3. I refuse to share the remote, and I don't like snoring.

4. I can barely manage the laundry as it is, and I don't want the amount to double.

I am kidding with you. Although the above comments are true, the larger truth is that I was married to one good man for ten years. I loved him, but I didn't care for the institution. When we parted, I chose not to marry again.

I had several partners after that, but I also had a career, many beloved dogs, home ownership, and, as you mentioned, freedom and independence. I earned several degrees and followed dreams that would have fallen by the way side, as so many female dreams do, had I married again. My kids are doctors (two MDs and a Ph.D), I have a great friendship with their father, and now, at seventy, I am tired, but happy with my choices.

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For me personally. I have zero interest in other men..my husband passed 12 years ago and i am happily living alone. Never been bothered by seats up or down and all the rest, the only thing I miss are hugs and I get them from my beautiful son. I am blessed that I adore solitude so never lonely.

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Most elderly people are set in their ways. They know what they want and what they need. They have vast experience and knowledge about people’s behaviors and attitudes. They can read through them. They can even read people’s minds sometimes. Though they need help physically because of their failing health, some can manage to live on their own, happy and contented with their life and proud from what they have achieved in life.

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It hasn’t happened to me—I’m still happily married at age 82. But it has happened to several friends of mine and I think they remain alone because they cannot find anyone to replace the person they lost.

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Life is less complicated living alone, and there is more time for interests and hobbies.

While there’s less money, being alone forces one to carefully budget, plan all sorts of maintenance (including keeping sufficient bathroom paper, paper toweling and napkins on hand), and make decisions by oneself.

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My mom died at the age of 98. She had to go through COVID as a 96-year-old. That was lonely. Most of her friends had preceded her in death. She lived in a retirement home where she could always find someone to talk to if she left her apartment. But, in your old age, you prefer the comfort of long-established relationships, rather than the effort of making new, probably fleeting friendships. So I think she spent time alone simply because constantly making new friends required too much emotional effort.

That’s where family comes in. I hope my children will fill my older years with their presence and the presence of my grandkids. When age limits our abilities to explore hobbies and to get out, life can, indeed get very lonely. We are not as able to go to the people; they need to come to us.

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I know Life is beautiful if you see the beauty in it. Age is only a Number and I just dun believing in getting old. It is all about me….even it comes to 100 years old. Our Life will be blessed if we have faith and Love to carry on ….no matter what we face. We must go on and Live happily with one another.

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Living alone does not automatically indicate you are lonely. I think when you get older it is harder to fit other people in your life, since you have your routines, and the longer you are living alone the more you cling to those routines. It is because you like it that way. Another person, or even living in a group house or some sort of community will disturb those routines.

Some people are more flexible than others and so some people would say they rather live alone, for it offers freedom, but also a sense of security, you know what the day brings you and how you will anticipate and react to it.

With another person it will be give and take, I for example have no desire to settle with another person or a community or family since I love my own “routines” and the way I enjoy my freedom is rather selfish.

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I was born in 1947 so I am old. I live alone and I have no family other than one cousin, older than me, with whom I have very occasional phone contact.

When my husband died in 2017 I vowed that I would not be lonely, just alone, and I accepted that I will be alone for the rest of my life. That said I often suffer from profound sadness at being alone. So many things that I used to do and enjoy are no longer possible or comfortable on my own.

Weekends and statutory holiday times are times when the media go on about families getting together and enjoying each other’s company and those presentations of ‘normal’ are especially hard to take.

I will not disable comments but PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, NO ADVICE about volunteering / joining groups for people of my age / taking up new hobbies / getting more exercise / moving to a wrinklies ghetto, etc. I HAVE HEARD IT ALL BEFORE. I have been involved in volunteering & charity work throughout my adult life and continue to be so. I have lots of creative hobbies. I HAVE TWO DOGS THAT I WALK THREE TIMES A DAY AND I AM VERY ACTIVE.

I’d rather slit my own throat than join a group of people of my age because I have nothing in common with most of them.

Being lonely implies a desire to have someone in your life and I don’t want that so no, lonely does not fit. However, being completely alone and without support is tough, very tough. That is true regardless of your age, but living in a society where youth is revered, the description ‘old’ is used as an insult, and old people are disrespected, makes it even tougher.

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I’m not there yet, however, I have seen how horrible people can be to each other, so, I prefer to live alone. I work from home, online & it makes me feel so free.

I believe that feeling lonely is a mindset as so many people have said that they have felt lonely in a crowd or even being married with a spouse at home & lots of other family members around.

The world is built around couples, families, and groups of people. Society conditions people to believe that being single, being alone is a bad thing. Counselors will advise people to let themselves adjust to a new job or a new baby, or a new marriage or relationship.

Most counselors will tell people to get back out among other people. This spurs many to fight the adjustment to living alone, fight the adjustment to spending time alone. It brings them anxiety, sadness, loneliness, and depression. When a person allows themselves to adjust to living alone & being alone, it gives them personal strength, it gives them a feeling of peace & knowing themselves. I believe that being single & free is a gift I gave myself. I stopped agreeing to dates at all in 2012. I decided to be single & celibate. (āđ‚āļŠāļ”) My life has become, much happier & more productive since then.

I help others when I can, work a lot, get better quality sleep, and indulge in hobbies I’m passionate about. Life is good!
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Well, heck, I’m 94 and will be 95 in 8 weeks…<smile> My advice to anyone worried about the future in old age….Start being the nicest person you can be NOW…Don’t wait until you are there. Treat friendly relatives with care and stay away from those that are not friendly. Relatives NEED each other in old age…live by that and be kind and caring.

Hopefully, your friends will age with you..great advantage. Start eating in a healthy manner to help your body survive old age. Bad habits like over-eating, drugs, and alcohol are ways to escape life as it is. You are only on this earth once…take advantage of the years you have.
Do all the things you WANT to do ASAP. Be nice to everyone and you won’t need to overeat, take mind-altering drugs, or escape from alcohol. Give pleasantness and then receive pleasantness.

Life is give-and-take. No two ways about that! It’s your choice, choose right.
āļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ„ืāļ­āļāļēāļĢāđƒāļŦ้āđāļĨāļ°āļĢัāļš āđ„āļĄ่āļĄีāļŠāļ­āļ‡āļ§ิāļ˜ีāđ€āļี่āļĒāļ§āļัāļšāđ€āļĢื่āļ­āļ‡āļ™ี้! āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ—āļēāļ‡āđ€āļĨืāļ­āļāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ„ุāļ“ āđ€āļĨืāļ­āļāļ—āļēāļ‡āļ—ี่āļ–ูāļ

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I am 62 now, female, I still travel, on a motorcycle through Mexico at the moment, and that is a very lonesome thing to do. But I’d rather do this alone than have to debate every mile I ride with a partner.

I sometimes travel with my adult son, and sometimes that is fun, but sometimes when we spend too much time together we get on each other's nerves. He is a solitary person also, so I guess we are a chip off the same block.

I do feel lonely sometimes, but most of the time I am content, I have accepted that I am who I am and that I’d rather be alone unless I watch too many romantic movies than my heart gets this longing…..but it fades away fast in real life. So I’d rather be alone.
āļ‰ัāļ™āļĢู้āļŠึāļāđ€āļŦāļ‡āļēāļš้āļēāļ‡āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļšāļēāļ‡āļ„āļĢั้āļ‡ āđāļ•่āļŠ่āļ§āļ™āđƒāļŦāļ่āđāļĨ้āļ§āļ‰ัāļ™āļ็āļžāļ­āđƒāļˆ āļ‰ัāļ™āļĒāļ­āļĄāļĢัāļšāļ§่āļēāļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ•ัāļ§āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ•ัāļ§āđ€āļ­āļ‡ āđāļĨāļ°āļĒāļ­āļĄāļ­āļĒู่āļ„āļ™āđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§āļ”ีāļāļ§่āļē āļ™āļ­āļāđ€āļŠีāļĒāļˆāļēāļāļ§่āļēāļ‰ัāļ™āļˆāļ°āļ”ูāļŦāļ™ัāļ‡āđ‚āļĢāđāļĄāļ™āļ•ิāļāļĄāļēāļāđ€āļิāļ™āđ„āļ› āļāļ§่āļēāļ—ี่āļŦัāļ§āđƒāļˆāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āļˆāļ°āđ‚āļŦāļĒāļŦāļēāļ‚āļ™āļēāļ”āļ™ี้…..āđāļ•่āļĄัāļ™ āļˆāļēāļ‡āļŦāļēāļĒāđ„āļ›āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āļĢāļ§āļ”āđ€āļĢ็āļ§āđƒāļ™āļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļˆāļĢิāļ‡ āļ”ัāļ‡āļ™ั้āļ™āļ‰ัāļ™āļ‚āļ­āļ­āļĒู่āļ„āļ™āđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§āļ”ีāļāļ§่āļē

And I don’t know anyone who would like to join me in my restless life anyway, so…..it is a form of acceptance I guess. I do very well alone.

āđāļĨāļ°āļ‰ัāļ™āļ็āđ„āļĄ่āļĢู้āļ§่āļēāđƒāļ„āļĢāļ­āļĒāļēāļāļˆāļ°āļĢ่āļ§āļĄāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ—ี่āļ§ุ่āļ™āļ§āļēāļĒāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āļ”้āļ§āļĒ āļ”ัāļ‡āļ™ั้āļ™…..āļĄัāļ™āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļĢูāļ›āđāļšāļšāļŦāļ™ึ่āļ‡āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļāļēāļĢāļĒāļ­āļĄāļĢัāļš āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļ”āļēāļ§่āļē āļ‰ัāļ™āļ—āļģāđ„āļ”้āļ”ีāļĄāļēāļāļ„āļ™āđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§

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I’m 70 years old and have lived alone for the past ten years since my husband died. It takes effort to create new friendships at this age, but I kept at it and now have a circle of married friends from my past and a group of 5 other single friends who do things together and text each other throughout the day. I live in a co-op so I have friendly daily conversations with neighbors. I don’t feel lonely.

āļ‰ัāļ™āļ­āļēāļĒุ 70 āļ›ีāđāļĨāļ°āļ­āļĒู่āļ„āļ™āđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§āļĄāļēāļŠิāļšāļāļ§่āļēāļ›ีāđāļĨ้āļ§āļ•ั้āļ‡āđāļ•่āļŠāļēāļĄีāđ€āļŠีāļĒāļŠีāļ§ิāļ• āļ•้āļ­āļ‡āđƒāļŠ้āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļžāļĒāļēāļĒāļēāļĄāđƒāļ™āļāļēāļĢāļŠāļĢ้āļēāļ‡āļĄิāļ•āļĢāļ āļēāļžāđƒāļŦāļĄ่āđ† āđƒāļ™āļ§ัāļĒāļ™ี้ āđāļ•่āļ‰ัāļ™āļ็āļžāļĒāļēāļĒāļēāļĄāļ—āļģāļ•่āļ­āđ„āļ› āđāļĨāļ°āļ•āļ­āļ™āļ™ี้āļ็āļĄีāļāļĨุ่āļĄāđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ™āļ—ี่āđāļ•่āļ‡āļ‡āļēāļ™āđāļĨ้āļ§āļˆāļēāļāļ­āļ”ีāļ•āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™ āđāļĨāļ°āļāļĨุ่āļĄāđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ™āđ‚āļŠāļ”āļ­ีāļ 5 āļ„āļ™āļ—ี่āļ—āļģāļŠิ่āļ‡āļ•่āļēāļ‡āđ† āļĢ่āļ§āļĄāļัāļ™āđāļĨāļ°āļŠ่āļ‡āļ‚้āļ­āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļŦāļēāļัāļ™āļ•āļĨāļ­āļ”āļ—ั้āļ‡āļ§ัāļ™ āļ‰ัāļ™āļ­āļēāļĻัāļĒāļ­āļĒู่āđƒāļ™āļŠāļŦāļāļĢāļ“์ āļ”ัāļ‡āļ™ั้āļ™āļ‰ัāļ™āļˆึāļ‡āļŠāļ™āļ—āļ™āļēāļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļัāļ™āđ€āļ­āļ‡āļัāļšāđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ™āļš้āļēāļ™āļ—ุāļāļ§ัāļ™ āļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļĄ่āļĢู้āļŠึāļāđ€āļŦāļ‡āļē

Last week a few of us took the train into Manhattan to see a play. On the ride home we asked each other what the best year of our lives was. We all said right now.

āđ€āļĄื่āļ­āļŠัāļ›āļ”āļēāļŦ์āļ—ี่āđāļĨ้āļ§ āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļĢāļēāļŠāļ­āļ‡āļŠāļēāļĄāļ„āļ™āļ‚ึ้āļ™āļĢāļ–āđ„āļŸāđ„āļ›āļĒัāļ‡āđāļĄāļ™āļŪัāļ•āļ•ัāļ™āđ€āļžื่āļ­āļŠāļĄāļāļēāļĢāđāļŠāļ”āļ‡ āļĢāļ°āļŦāļ§่āļēāļ‡āļ™ั่āļ‡āļĢāļ–āļāļĨัāļšāļš้āļēāļ™ āđ€āļĢāļēāļ–āļēāļĄāļัāļ™āđāļĨāļ°āļัāļ™āļ§่āļēāļ›ีāļ—ี่āļ”ีāļ—ี่āļŠุāļ”āđƒāļ™āļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļĢāļēāļ„ืāļ­āļ­āļ°āđ„āļĢ āđ€āļĢāļēāļ—ุāļāļ„āļ™āļžูāļ”āļ•āļ­āļ™āļ™ี้

As I write this I’m recovering from surgery at home. One friend dropped me off for the surgery and another picked me up. My friends are checking on me to see how I’m doing and running errands for me. They are bringing food to me and I hope to be up to going to a barbecue with them tomorrow.

āļ‚āļ“āļ°āļ—ี่āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļ‚ีāļĒāļ™āļ‚้āļ­āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļ™ี้ āļ‰ัāļ™āļāļģāļĨัāļ‡āļžัāļāļŸื้āļ™āļˆāļēāļāļāļēāļĢāļœ่āļēāļ•ัāļ”āļ—ี่āļš้āļēāļ™ āđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ™āļ„āļ™āļŦāļ™ึ่āļ‡āļŠ่āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļ›āļĢัāļšāļāļēāļĢāļœ่āļēāļ•ัāļ”āđāļĨāļ°āļ­ีāļāļ„āļ™āļŦāļ™ึ่āļ‡āļĄāļēāļĢัāļšāļ‰ัāļ™ āđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ™āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āļāļģāļĨัāļ‡āļ•āļĢāļ§āļˆāļŠāļ­āļšāļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ”ูāļ§่āļēāļ‰ัāļ™āļāļģāļĨัāļ‡āļ—āļģāļ­āļ°āđ„āļĢāđāļĨāļ°āļ—āļģāļ˜ุāļĢāļ°āđƒāļŦ้āļ‰ัāļ™ āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāļāļģāļĨัāļ‡āļ™āļģāļ­āļēāļŦāļēāļĢāļĄāļēāđƒāļŦ้āļ‰ัāļ™ āđāļĨāļ°āļ‰ัāļ™āļŦāļ§ัāļ‡āļ§่āļēāļˆāļ°āđ„āļ”้āđ„āļ›āļ—āļēāļ™āļšāļēāļĢ์āļšีāļ„ิāļ§āļัāļšāļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāđƒāļ™āļ§ัāļ™āļžāļĢุ่āļ‡āļ™ี้

Friendships are essential to our health and happiness. Family is important, but our kids have their own lives. Friends are my support system as well as the people I enjoy being around and having fun with.

āļĄิāļ•āļĢāļ āļēāļžāļĄีāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļŠāļģāļ„ัāļāļ•่āļ­āļŠุāļ‚āļ āļēāļžāđāļĨāļ°āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļŠุāļ‚āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļĢāļē āļ„āļĢāļ­āļšāļ„āļĢัāļ§āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļŠิ่āļ‡āļŠāļģāļ„ัāļ āđāļ•่āļĨูāļ āđ† āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļĢāļēāļĄีāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ•ัāļ§āđ€āļ­āļ‡ āđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ™āļ„ืāļ­āļĢāļ°āļšāļšāļŠāļ™ัāļšāļŠāļ™ุāļ™āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™ āđ€āļŠ่āļ™āđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§āļัāļšāļ„āļ™āļ—ี่āļ‰ัāļ™āļŠāļ­āļšāļ­āļĒู่āđƒāļāļĨ้āđāļĨāļ°āļŠāļ™ุāļāļŠāļ™āļēāļ™āļ”้āļ§āļĒ

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I am 84 for half of the year, I cherished living alone…the other half must live with my daughter due to doctor’s appointments and hospitals.

āļ‰ัāļ™āļ­āļēāļĒุ 84 āļĄāļēāļ„āļĢึ่āļ‡āļ›ีāđāļĨ้āļ§ āļ‰ัāļ™āļ—āļ°āļ™ุāļ–āļ™āļ­āļĄāļāļēāļĢāļ­āļĒู่āļ„āļ™āđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§...āļ­ีāļāļ„āļĢึ่āļ‡āļŦāļ™ึ่āļ‡āļ•้āļ­āļ‡āļ­āļĒู่āļัāļšāļĨูāļāļŠāļēāļ§āļ•āļēāļĄāļ™ัāļ”āļŦāļĄāļ­āđāļĨāļ°āđ‚āļĢāļ‡āļžāļĒāļēāļšāļēāļĨ

For some reason, at my age, and no longer find people very sociable and conversations are no longer interesting, and people make me uncomfortable due to their critical thinking. So living alone is relaxing/.

āļ”้āļ§āļĒāđ€āļŦāļ•ุāļœāļĨāļšāļēāļ‡āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡ āđƒāļ™āļ§ัāļĒāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™ āļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļĄ่āļžāļšāļœู้āļ„āļ™āļ—ี่āđ€āļ‚้āļēāļัāļšāļ„āļ™āļ‡่āļēāļĒāđāļĨāļ°āļāļēāļĢāļŠāļ™āļ—āļ™āļēāđ„āļĄ่āļ™่āļēāļŠāļ™āđƒāļˆāļ­ีāļāļ•่āļ­āđ„āļ› āđāļĨāļ°āļœู้āļ„āļ™āļ—āļģāđƒāļŦ้āļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļĄ่āļŠāļšāļēāļĒāđƒāļˆāđ€āļ™ื่āļ­āļ‡āļˆāļēāļāļāļēāļĢāļ„ิāļ”āđ€āļŠิāļ‡āļ§ิāļžāļēāļāļĐ์āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļē āļ­āļĒู่āļ„āļ™āđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§āļ็āļœ่āļ­āļ™āļ„āļĨāļēāļĒāļ”ี/.

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I’m 62 and live alone (well, with a few cats), and I absolutely love living alone. The thing that is more lonely is when a strong connection with someone ends and that person is no longer in my life, as has happened recently. I feel lonely without them. It has nothing to do with the living situation. I would have never opted to live with that person.

āļ‰ัāļ™āļ­āļēāļĒุ 62 āļ›ีāđāļĨāļ°āļ­āļĒู่āļ„āļ™āđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§ (āļĄีāđāļĄāļ§āļŠāļ­āļ‡āļŠāļēāļĄāļ•ัāļ§) āđāļĨāļ°āļ‰ัāļ™āļŠāļ­āļšāļ­āļĒู่āļ„āļ™āđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§āļĄāļēāļ āļŠิ่āļ‡āļ—ี่āđ€āļŦāļ‡āļēāļĒิ่āļ‡āļāļ§่āļēāļ„ืāļ­āđ€āļĄื่āļ­āļŠāļēāļĒāļŠัāļĄāļžัāļ™āļ˜์āļ­ัāļ™āđāļ™่āļ™āđāļŸ้āļ™āļัāļšāđƒāļ„āļĢāļšāļēāļ‡āļ„āļ™āļŠิ้āļ™āļŠุāļ”āļĨāļ‡ āđāļĨāļ°āļ„āļ™āđ† āļ™ั้āļ™āđ„āļĄ่āđ„āļ”้āļ­āļĒู่āđƒāļ™āļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āļ­ีāļāļ•่āļ­āđ„āļ›āđāļĨ้āļ§ āļ”ัāļ‡āļ—ี่āđ€āļžิ่āļ‡āđ€āļิāļ”āļ‚ึ้āļ™āđ„āļĄ่āļ™āļēāļ™āļĄāļēāļ™ี้ āļ‰ัāļ™āļĢู้āļŠึāļāđ€āļŦāļ‡āļēāđ€āļĄื่āļ­āđ„āļĄ่āļĄีāļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļē āđ„āļĄ่āđ€āļี่āļĒāļ§āļ­āļ°āđ„āļĢāļัāļšāļŠāļ āļēāļžāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ­āļĒู่ āļ‰ัāļ™āļˆāļ°āđ„āļĄ่āđ€āļĨืāļ­āļāļ—ี่āļˆāļ°āļ­āļĒู่āļัāļšāļ„āļ™āļ„āļ™āļ™ั้āļ™

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I’m 73 and have lived by myself for over 25 years. There’s not a single thing I do not love about living alone. I worked my whole life (retired at age 70), was constantly surrounded by people, always in a rush, rarely home. Now if I could stay home 24/7 I’d be thrilled! I’m never lonely, still lead a busy-enough life, just wish I was more physically active - but that has nothing to do with living alone. I LOVE looking at my appointment book and seeing a BLANK week— it makes me so happy!
āļ‰ัāļ™āļ­āļēāļĒุ 73 āļ›ีāđāļĨāļ°āđƒāļŠ้āļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ„āļ™āđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§āļĄāļēāļāļ§่āļē 25 āļ›ี āđ„āļĄ่āļĄีāļŠิ่āļ‡āđƒāļ”āļ—ี่āļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļĄ่āļŠāļ­āļšāđ€āļี่āļĒāļ§āļัāļšāļāļēāļĢāļ­āļĒู่āļ„āļ™āđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§ āļ‰ัāļ™āļ—āļģāļ‡āļēāļ™āļĄāļēāļ—ั้āļ‡āļŠีāļ§ิāļ• (āđ€āļāļĐีāļĒāļ“āļ•āļ­āļ™āļ­āļēāļĒุ 70 āļ›ี) āļ–ูāļāļŦ้āļ­āļĄāļĨ้āļ­āļĄāđ„āļ›āļ”้āļ§āļĒāļœู้āļ„āļ™ āđ€āļĢ่āļ‡āļĢีāļšāļ•āļĨāļ­āļ”āđ€āļ§āļĨāļē āđ„āļĄ่āļ„่āļ­āļĒāđ„āļ”้āļāļĨัāļšāļš้āļēāļ™ āļ•āļ­āļ™āļ™ี้āļ–้āļēāļ‰ัāļ™āļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āļ­āļĒู่āļš้āļēāļ™āđ„āļ”้āļ•āļĨāļ­āļ” 24 āļŠั่āļ§āđ‚āļĄāļ‡āļ—ุāļāļ§ัāļ™ āļ‰ัāļ™āļ„āļ‡āļ•ื่āļ™āđ€āļ•้āļ™āļĄāļēāļ! āļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļĄ่āđ€āļ„āļĒāđ€āļŦāļ‡āļē āļĒัāļ‡āļ„āļ‡āļĄีāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ—ี่āļ§ุ่āļ™āļ§āļēāļĒāļĄāļēāļāļžāļ­ āđāļ„่āļŦāļ§ัāļ‡āļ§่āļēāļ‰ัāļ™āļˆāļ°āđ„āļ”้āđ€āļ„āļĨื่āļ­āļ™āđ„āļŦāļ§āļĢ่āļēāļ‡āļāļēāļĒāļĄāļēāļāļ‚ึ้āļ™ āđāļ•่āļ™ั่āļ™āļ็āđ„āļĄ่āđ€āļี่āļĒāļ§āļ­āļ°āđ„āļĢāļัāļšāļāļēāļĢāđƒāļŠ้āļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ„āļ™āđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§ āļ‰ัāļ™āļŠāļ­āļšāļ”ูāļŠāļĄุāļ”āļ™ัāļ”āđāļĨāļ°āđ€āļŦ็āļ™āļŠัāļ›āļ”āļēāļŦ์āļ—ี่āļ§่āļēāļ‡āđ€āļ›āļĨ่āļē—āļĄัāļ™āļ—āļģāđƒāļŦ้āļ‰ัāļ™āļĄีāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļŠุāļ‚āļĄāļēāļ!

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I am 74 yrs old. My husband passed away over four years ago. I miss his company and his presence but I love living alone. I can do what I want when I want without having to consider someone else’s reaction.

I am actually an introvert so I already know living with someone would cause me considerable anxiety. My husband was more of an extrovert but he always understood my need for solitude and he let me have my space.

I have adult children who I could live with but they have children and although I adore them the constant noise and activity would drive me crazy. It’s okay for a week or two at a time but not 365 days.

I have friends and I’m active in my church. I usually talk to at least one friend every day. I also have three sisters who live less than an hour away so if I feel the need I will visit them.

I love to read and I’m into foreign movies so I really enjoy the flexibility of living alone. My neighbors are wonderful. We’ve lived on the same block for over thirty years. They watch out for me and have been available the few times I’ve needed them. My children visit regularly and keep tabs on me. So I really feel I have the best of two worlds. I would not have it any other way.

āļ‰ัāļ™āļ­āļēāļĒุ 74 āļ›ี āļŠāļēāļĄีāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļŠีāļĒāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āđ„āļ›āđ€āļĄื่āļ­āļŠี่āļ›ีāļ—ี่āđāļĨ้āļ§ āļ‰ัāļ™āļ„ิāļ”āļ–ึāļ‡āļšāļĢิāļĐัāļ—āđāļĨāļ°āļāļēāļĢāļ›āļĢāļēāļāļāļ•ัāļ§āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļ‚āļē āđāļ•่āļ‰ัāļ™āļŠāļ­āļšāļ­āļĒู่āļ„āļ™āđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§ āļ‰ัāļ™āļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āļ—āļģāđƒāļ™āļŠิ่āļ‡āļ—ี่āļ‰ัāļ™āļ•้āļ­āļ‡āļāļēāļĢāđ€āļĄื่āļ­āļ‰ัāļ™āļ•้āļ­āļ‡āļāļēāļĢāđ‚āļ”āļĒāđ„āļĄ่āļ•้āļ­āļ‡āļ„āļģāļ™ึāļ‡āļ–ึāļ‡āļ›āļิāļิāļĢิāļĒāļēāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ„āļ™āļ­ื่āļ™

āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ„āļ™āđ€āļ็āļšāļ•ัāļ§ āļ”ัāļ‡āļ™ั้āļ™āļ‰ัāļ™āļˆึāļ‡āļĢู้āļ­āļĒู่āđāļĨ้āļ§āļ§่āļēāļāļēāļĢāļ­āļĒู่āļัāļšāđƒāļ„āļĢāļŠัāļāļ„āļ™āļˆāļ°āļ—āļģāđƒāļŦ้āļ‰ัāļ™āļ§ิāļ•āļāļัāļ‡āļ§āļĨāļĄāļēāļ āļŠāļēāļĄีāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ„āļ™āđ€āļ›ิāļ”āđ€āļœāļĒāļĄāļēāļāļāļ§่āļē āđāļ•่āđ€āļ‚āļēāđ€āļ‚้āļēāđƒāļˆāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļ•้āļ­āļ‡āļāļēāļĢāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļŠัāļ™āđ‚āļ”āļĐāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļŠāļĄāļ­ āđāļĨāļ°āđ€āļ‚āļēāļ็āļ›āļĨ่āļ­āļĒāđƒāļŦ้āļ‰ัāļ™āļĄีāļžื้āļ™āļ—ี่āļŠ่āļ§āļ™āļ•ัāļ§

āļ‰ัāļ™āļĄีāļĨูāļāļ—ี่āđ‚āļ•āđāļĨ้āļ§āļ—ี่āļ‰ัāļ™āļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āļ­āļĒู่āļ”้āļ§āļĒāđ„āļ”้ āđāļ•่āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāļĄีāļĨูāļāđāļĨ้āļ§ āđāļĨāļ°āđāļĄ้āļ§่āļēāļ‰ัāļ™āļˆāļ°āļŠื่āļ™āļŠāļ­āļšāļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļē āđāļ•่āđ€āļŠีāļĒāļ‡āđāļĨāļ°āļิāļˆāļāļĢāļĢāļĄāļ—ี่āļ”ัāļ‡āđ„āļĄ่āļŦāļĒุāļ”āļŦāļĒ่āļ­āļ™āļˆāļ°āļ—āļģāđƒāļŦ้āļ‰ัāļ™āļ„āļĨั่āļ‡āđ„āļ„āļĨ้ āđ„āļĄ่āđ€āļ›็āļ™āđ„āļĢāļŦāļ™ึ่āļ‡āļŦāļĢืāļ­āļŠāļ­āļ‡āļŠัāļ›āļ”āļēāļŦ์āļ•่āļ­āļ„āļĢั้āļ‡ āđāļ•่āđ„āļĄ่āđƒāļŠ่ 365 āļ§ัāļ™

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My mom is 95 and lives alone…has a lady come in a few hrs. a week. She says she does get lonely sometimes, esp. at night. Dad died 5 yrs. ago, and they were married for 67 years.


I am 70 and live with my daughter( her idea), so it is kind of like a slumber party a few nites a week. Some days I don’t see her at all. We get along fine, and I can help “ manage” the house. I was retired but when I moved in with her, I started working part-time, because I was new to the area and knew no one..and it did get lonely when she was at work. I continue to work, and I have met some people, and have come to the conclusion that I could not live alone if I could not get out frequently. I force myself to go to the gym so that I can maintain balance and mobility. I might have the longevity genes since my family lives up into their 90s. I’m a nurse, so mobility is important to me. I’ve learned that you can be lonely in a crowd, and not lonely if you are good company for yourself, if you are alone.


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My mom died at the age of 98. She had to go through COVID as a 96-year-old. That was lonely. Most of her friends had preceded her in death. She lived in a retirement home where she could always find someone to talk to if she left her apartment. But, in your old age, you prefer the comfort of long-established relationships, rather than the effort of making new, probably fleeting friendships. So I think she spent time alone simply because constantly making new friends required too much emotional effort.

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That’s where family comes in. I hope my children will fill my older years with their presence and the presence of my grandkids. When age limits our abilities to explore hobbies and to get out, life can, indeed get very lonely. We are not as able to go to the people; they need to come to us.

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I can’t answer this from personal experience, but my grandpa just turned 93 and he has been living alone since my grandmother died 15 years ago and I think he prefers it that way. He doesn’t really like having people in his house and although he does still go out and do things, he never stays long so he can get back home. He does still have a busy life though, he plays cards with ladies from church (he’s pretty much the only eligible bachelor left in his age range so he has many female friends), gambles out at the riverboat, and participates in church services and functions. So, I don’t think he is lonely, but he does still miss my grandma. He had another girlfriend for about the past ten years, but she just passed away a few months ago. Sometimes, the things he says make me think, that, while he is still living a good life right now, he is ready to move on to whatever may be next, which I am not sure if this indicates loneliness or just an acceptance of the finality of life.

āļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļĄ่āļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āļ•āļ­āļšāļ„āļģāļ–āļēāļĄāļ™ี้āļˆāļēāļāļ›āļĢāļ°āļŠāļšāļāļēāļĢāļ“์āļŠ่āļ§āļ™āļ•ัāļ§āđ„āļ”้ āđāļ•่āļ„ุāļ“āļ›ู่āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļžิ่āļ‡āļ­āļēāļĒุ 93 āļ›ี āđāļĨāļ°āļ—่āļēāļ™āļ­āļēāļĻัāļĒāļ­āļĒู่āđ€āļžีāļĒāļ‡āļĨāļģāļžัāļ‡āļ•ั้āļ‡āđāļ•่āļ„ุāļ“āļĒāļēāļĒāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļŠีāļĒāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āđ€āļĄื่āļ­ 15 āļ›ีāļ—ี่āđāļĨ้āļ§ āđāļĨāļ°āļ‰ัāļ™āļ„ิāļ”āļ§่āļēāļ—่āļēāļ™āļŠāļ­āļšāđāļšāļšāļ™ั้āļ™āļĄāļēāļāļāļ§่āļē āđ€āļ‚āļēāđ„āļĄ่āļŠāļ­āļšāđƒāļŦ้āđƒāļ„āļĢāļ­āļĒู่āđƒāļ™āļš้āļēāļ™ āđāļĨāļ°āđāļĄ้āļ§่āļēāđ€āļ‚āļēāļˆāļ°āļĒัāļ‡āļ„āļ‡āļ­āļ­āļāđ„āļ›āļ—āļģāļŠิ่āļ‡āļ•่āļēāļ‡āđ† āļ­āļĒู่ āđāļ•่āđ€āļ‚āļēāļ็āđ„āļĄ่āđ€āļ„āļĒāļ­āļĒู่āļ™āļēāļ™āđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ—ี่āļˆāļ°āđ„āļ”้āļāļĨัāļšāļš้āļēāļ™ āđ€āļ‚āļēāļĒัāļ‡āļ„āļ‡āļĄีāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ—ี่āļ§ุ่āļ™āļ§āļēāļĒ āđ€āļ‚āļēāđ€āļĨ่āļ™āđ„āļž่āļัāļšāļœู้āļŦāļิāļ‡āļˆāļēāļāđ‚āļšāļŠāļ–์ (āđ€āļ‚āļēāđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ›āļĢิāļāļāļēāļ•āļĢีāđ€āļžีāļĒāļ‡āļ„āļ™āđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§āļ—ี่āđ€āļŦāļĨืāļ­āļ­āļĒู่āđƒāļ™āļŠ่āļ§āļ‡āļ­āļēāļĒุāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļ‚āļē āļ”ัāļ‡āļ™ั้āļ™āđ€āļ‚āļēāļˆึāļ‡āļĄีāđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ™āļœู้āļŦāļิāļ‡āļĄāļēāļāļĄāļēāļĒ) āđ€āļĨ่āļ™āļāļēāļĢāļžāļ™ัāļ™āļ—ี่āđ€āļĢืāļ­āļĨ่āļ­āļ‡āđāļĄ่āļ™้āļģ āđāļĨāļ°āđ€āļ‚้āļēāļĢ่āļ§āļĄāđƒāļ™āļ‡āļēāļ™āļšāļĢิāļāļēāļĢāđāļĨāļ°āļ‡āļēāļ™āļ•่āļēāļ‡āđ† āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āđ‚āļšāļŠāļ–์ . āļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļĄ่āļ„ิāļ”āļ§่āļēāđ€āļ‚āļēāđ€āļŦāļ‡āļē āđāļ•่āđ€āļ‚āļēāļ็āļĒัāļ‡āļ„ิāļ”āļ–ึāļ‡āļ„ุāļ“āļĒ่āļēāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™ āđ€āļ‚āļēāļĄีāđāļŸāļ™āļ­ีāļāļ„āļ™āđ€āļĄื่āļ­āļ›āļĢāļ°āļĄāļēāļ“āļŠิāļšāļ›ีāļ—ี่āļœ่āļēāļ™āļĄāļē āđāļ•่āđ€āļ˜āļ­āđ€āļžิ่āļ‡āđ€āļŠีāļĒāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āđ€āļĄื่āļ­āđ„āļĄ่āļี่āđ€āļ”ืāļ­āļ™āļ—ี่āļœ่āļēāļ™āļĄāļē āļšāļēāļ‡āļ„āļĢั้āļ‡āļŠิ่āļ‡āļ—ี่āđ€āļ‚āļēāļžูāļ”āļ็āļ—āļģāđƒāļŦ้āļ‰ุāļāļ„ิāļ”āđ„āļ”้āļ§่āļēāđāļĄ้āļ•āļ­āļ™āļ™ี้āđ€āļ‚āļēāļĒัāļ‡āļĄีāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ—ี่āļ”ีāļ­āļĒู่āļ็āļžāļĢ้āļ­āļĄāļ—ี่āļˆāļ°āļ้āļēāļ§āļ•่āļ­āđ„āļ›āđ„āļĄ่āļ§่āļēāļ­āļ°āđ„āļĢāļˆāļ°āđ€āļิāļ”āļ‚ึ้āļ™āļ‹ึ่āļ‡āļœāļĄāđ„āļĄ่āđāļ™่āđƒāļˆāļ§่āļēāļ™ี่āļŦāļĄāļēāļĒāļ–ึāļ‡āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāđ€āļŦāļ‡āļēāļŦāļĢืāļ­āđāļ„่āļāļēāļĢāļĒāļ­āļĄāļĢัāļš āļ§āļēāļĢāļ°āļŠุāļ”āļ—้āļēāļĒāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļŠีāļ§ิāļ•

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Mother stuck a fork in my arm and tried to set me on fire when I climbed high in a tree to get away from her. My first husband got his mistress pregnant. Then I spent 15 years of physical and psychological torture with a second “family”. Twelve years ago I retired. I now live in a cabin beside a lake in a forest as much as possible. I have very little human contact. Any time I feel a twinge of loneliness, which is very rare, I just remember what family means to me. It’s an instant cure.
āđāļĄ่āļˆัāļšāļŠ้āļ­āļĄāļ—ี่āđāļ‚āļ™āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āđāļĨāļ°āļžāļĒāļēāļĒāļēāļĄāļˆุāļ”āđ„āļŸāđƒāļŦ้āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļĄื่āļ­āļ‰ัāļ™āļ›ีāļ™āļ‚ึ้āļ™āđ„āļ›āļšāļ™āļ•้āļ™āđ„āļĄ้āļŠูāļ‡āđ€āļžื่āļ­āļŦāļ™ีāļˆāļēāļāđ€āļ˜āļ­ āļŠāļēāļĄีāļ„āļ™āđāļĢāļāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āļ—āļģāđƒāļŦ้āļ™āļēāļĒāļŦāļิāļ‡āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļ‚āļēāļ—้āļ­āļ‡ āļˆāļēāļāļ™ั้āļ™āļ‰ัāļ™āļ็āļ—āļĢāļĄāļēāļ™āļĢ่āļēāļ‡āļāļēāļĒāđāļĨāļ°āļˆิāļ•āđƒāļˆāđ€āļ›็āļ™āđ€āļ§āļĨāļē 15 āļ›ีāļัāļš "āļ„āļĢāļ­āļšāļ„āļĢัāļ§" āļ—ี่āļŠāļ­āļ‡ āđ€āļĄื่āļ­āļŠิāļšāļŠāļ­āļ‡āļ›ีāļ—ี่āđāļĨ้āļ§āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļāļĐีāļĒāļ“ āļ•āļ­āļ™āļ™ี้āļ‰ัāļ™āļ­āļēāļĻัāļĒāļ­āļĒู่āđƒāļ™āļāļĢāļ°āļ—่āļ­āļĄāļ‚้āļēāļ‡āļ—āļ°āđ€āļĨāļŠāļēāļšāđƒāļ™āļ›่āļēāđƒāļŦ้āļĄāļēāļāļ—ี่āļŠุāļ” āļ‰ัāļ™āļ•ิāļ”āļ•่āļ­āļัāļšāļĄāļ™ุāļĐāļĒ์āļ™้āļ­āļĒāļĄāļēāļ āđ€āļĄื่āļ­āđƒāļ”āļ็āļ•āļēāļĄāļ—ี่āļ‰ัāļ™āļĢู้āļŠึāļāđ€āļŦāļ‡āļēāļ‹ึ่āļ‡āļŦāļēāļĒāļēāļāļĄāļēāļ āļ‰ัāļ™āđāļ„่āļˆāļģāđ„āļ”้āļ§่āļēāļ„āļĢāļ­āļšāļ„āļĢัāļ§āļĄีāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļŦāļĄāļēāļĒāļัāļšāļ‰ัāļ™āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āđ„āļĢ āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļāļēāļĢāļĢัāļāļĐāļēāļ—ัāļ™āļ—ี

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Nope. I have a family I see when and if I want to. They respect my solitude, knowing it’s my preference. My children and I are on great terms and speak often. I have a herd (11) of siblings I’m on good terms with. We all text. Don’t get me started on nieces and nephews. There is no ill will just respect for my appreciation of my own company. I spent my life caring for my husband, my mother, my children, and any family member in need so this is a little bit of heaven for me. I’m only responsible for myself, but if my kids need me I’m there, no questions asked. So, nope, it’s not lonely, it’s lovely.
āđ„āļĄ่. āļ‰ัāļ™āļĄีāļ„āļĢāļ­āļšāļ„āļĢัāļ§āļ—ี่āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļŦ็āļ™āđ€āļĄื่āļ­āđ„āļŦāļĢ่āđāļĨāļ°āļ–้āļēāļ‰ัāļ™āļ•้āļ­āļ‡āļāļēāļĢ āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāđ€āļ„āļēāļĢāļžāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļŠัāļ™āđ‚āļ”āļĐāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āđ‚āļ”āļĒāļĢู้āļ§่āļēāļĄัāļ™āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļŠāļ­āļšāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™ āļĨูāļāđ† āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āđāļĨāļ°āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļ‚้āļēāļัāļ™āđ„āļ”้āļ”ีāđāļĨāļ°āļžูāļ”āļ„ุāļĒāļัāļ™āļš่āļ­āļĒāđ† āļ‰ัāļ™āļĄีāļูāļ‡āļžี่āļ™้āļ­āļ‡ (11) āļ•ัāļ§āļ—ี่āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļ‚้āļēāļัāļ™āđ„āļ”้āļ”ี āđ€āļĢāļēāļ—ุāļāļ„āļ™āļŠ่āļ‡āļ‚้āļ­āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄ āļ­āļĒ่āļēāđƒāļŦ้āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļĢิ่āļĄāđ€āļĢื่āļ­āļ‡āļŦāļĨāļēāļ™āļŠāļēāļ§āđāļĨāļ°āļŦāļĨāļēāļ™āļŠāļēāļĒ āđ„āļĄ่āļĄีāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļ›āļĢāļ°āļŠāļ‡āļ„์āļĢ้āļēāļĒāđƒāļ” āđ† āļ—ี่āļˆāļ°āđ€āļ„āļēāļĢāļžāđƒāļ™āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļŠื่āļ™āļŠāļĄāļ•่āļ­ āļšāļĢิāļĐัāļ— āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļ­āļ‡ āļ‰ัāļ™āđƒāļŠ้āđ€āļ§āļĨāļēāļ—ั้āļ‡āļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ”ูāđāļĨāļŠāļēāļĄี āđāļĄ่ āļĨูāļ āđāļĨāļ°āļŠāļĄāļēāļŠิāļāđƒāļ™āļ„āļĢāļ­āļšāļ„āļĢัāļ§āļ—ี่āļ•้āļ­āļ‡āļāļēāļĢāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļŠ่āļ§āļĒāđ€āļŦāļĨืāļ­ āļ”ัāļ‡āļ™ั้āļ™āļ—ี่āļ™ี่āļˆึāļ‡āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļŠāļ§āļĢāļĢāļ„์āđ€āļĨ็āļāļ™้āļ­āļĒāļŠāļģāļŦāļĢัāļšāļ‰ัāļ™ āļ‰ัāļ™āļĢัāļšāļœิāļ”āļŠāļ­āļšāđāļ„่āļ•ัāļ§āđ€āļ­āļ‡ āđāļ•่āļ–้āļēāļĨูāļ āđ† āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āļ•้āļ­āļ‡āļāļēāļĢāļ‰ัāļ™ āļ‰ัāļ™āļˆāļ°āļ­āļĒู่āļ•āļĢāļ‡āļ™ั้āļ™ āđ„āļĄ่āļĄีāļāļēāļĢāļ–āļēāļĄāļ„āļģāļ–āļēāļĄāđƒāļ” āđ† āđ„āļĄ่āđ€āļĨāļĒ āļĄัāļ™āđ„āļĄ่āđ€āļŦāļ‡āļē āļĄัāļ™āļ™่āļēāļĢัāļ

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I am 77 and have mostly lived alone since my divorce 25 years ago, except for the occasional visitor. I cannot imagine living with someone else on a permanent basis. I have had long-term relationships since my divorce, but have absolutely no desire to be with someone 24/7. I can do whatever I like or do nothing. I can stay up late or sleep in, eat junk food or eat healthy, watch what I like on TV, and go wherever I like without explaining myself to anyone.

My sons are attentive and I have tons of friends and close relationships with other family members. I am involved in several groups, serving on the boards of two of them. I enjoy all sorts of puzzles, playing the piano, reading, taking walks, going to the gym, golfing, biking, traveling, entertaining friends, and going out for happy hours or coffee or lunch. In short, my life is full and exactly the way I like it. I am more of an extrovert and find it easy to make friends and I thrive on social interaction to a point. Then I am happy to be alone.

My mother lived to be 98 and gave me lots of advice that has served me well, such as not complaining unnecessarily and cultivating friendships with those younger than yourself so you are not left alone if some of your older friends pass away or are unable to do things.

However, I do not feel as though I am in my “old age”! Maybe that is the key. Think young, keep learning and growing, and maintain relationships.

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Yes, when you didn’t have children and your husband has passed and you are in pain most of the time and all your interest has gone away because you don’t feel like doing anything. You do the best you can.



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Depends on who you ask.
āļ‚ึ้āļ™āļ­āļĒู่āļัāļšāļ§่āļēāļ„ุāļ“āļ–āļēāļĄāđƒāļ„āļĢ

My wife and I have a wonderful life. But at some point, either she or I will have to live our life out alone. With it will come much sadness and loneliness for the one remaining.

āļœāļĄāđāļĨāļ°āļ āļĢāļĢāļĒāļēāļĄีāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ—ี่āļĒāļ­āļ”āđ€āļĒี่āļĒāļĄ āđāļ•่āđ€āļĄื่āļ­āļ–ึāļ‡āļˆุāļ”āđ† āļŦāļ™ึ่āļ‡ āđ€āļ˜āļ­āļŦāļĢืāļ­āļ‰ัāļ™āļ็āļ•้āļ­āļ‡āđƒāļŠ้āļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āđ‚āļ”āļ”āđ€āļ”ี่āļĒāļ§ āļĄัāļ™āļˆāļ°āļĄāļēāļžāļĢ้āļ­āļĄāļัāļšāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāđ‚āļĻāļāđ€āļĻāļĢ้āļēāđāļĨāļ°āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāđ€āļŦāļ‡āļēāļŠāļģāļŦāļĢัāļšāļ„āļ™āļ—ี่āđ€āļŦāļĨืāļ­āļ­āļĒู่

It is something you can try to prepare for but I am quite sure the reality is going to be overwhelming.

āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļŠิ่āļ‡āļ—ี่āļ„ุāļ“āļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āļžāļĒāļēāļĒāļēāļĄāđ€āļ•āļĢีāļĒāļĄāļ•ัāļ§āđ„āļ”้ āđāļ•่āļ‰ัāļ™āļ„่āļ­āļ™āļ‚้āļēāļ‡āļĄั่āļ™āđƒāļˆāļ§่āļēāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāđ€āļ›็āļ™āļˆāļĢิāļ‡āļˆāļ°āļ—่āļ§āļĄāļ—้āļ™

I would hope that whoever survives will learn to live on. Grieve some but stay active. Make each day a good one.

āļ‰ัāļ™āļŦāļ§ัāļ‡āļ§่āļēāđƒāļ„āļĢāļ็āļ•āļēāļĄāļ—ี่āļĢāļ­āļ”āļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļˆāļ°āđ„āļ”้āđ€āļĢีāļĒāļ™āļĢู้āļ—ี่āļˆāļ°āļĄีāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ­āļĒู่āļ•่āļ­āđ„āļ› āđ€āļŠีāļĒāđƒāļˆāļš้āļēāļ‡āđāļ•่āļĒัāļ‡āļ„āļ‡āļāļĢāļ°āļ•ืāļ­āļĢืāļ­āļĢ้āļ™ āļ—āļģāđāļ•่āļĨāļ°āļ§ัāļ™āđƒāļŦ้āļ”ี

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The human animal is a social animal that needs interaction with others, to be totally alone is hard for many people, and that’s why solitary confinement is an effective punishment for violent criminals, very few people are comfortable with being alone for any length of time. Older adults are forced into living alone when their life-long partner passes, and it is extremely difficult for them to adjust to living alone, many, fail and start to neglect themselves, caused by their inability to cope on their own.

āļŠัāļ•āļ§์āļĄāļ™ุāļĐāļĒ์āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļŠัāļ•āļ§์āļŠัāļ‡āļ„āļĄāļ—ี่āļ•้āļ­āļ‡āļāļēāļĢāļ›āļิāļŠัāļĄāļžัāļ™āļ˜์āļัāļšāļœู้āļ­ื่āļ™ āļāļēāļĢāļ­āļĒู่āļ„āļ™āđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§āđ€āļ›็āļ™āđ€āļĢื่āļ­āļ‡āļĒāļēāļāļŠāļģāļŦāļĢัāļšāļŦāļĨāļēāļĒ āđ† āļ„āļ™ āđāļĨāļ°āļ™ั่āļ™āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļŠāļēāđ€āļŦāļ•ุāļ—ี่āļāļēāļĢāļ‚ัāļ‡āđ€āļ”ี่āļĒāļ§āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļāļēāļĢāļĨāļ‡āđ‚āļ—āļĐāļ—ี่āļĄีāļ›āļĢāļ°āļŠิāļ—āļ˜ิāļ āļēāļžāļŠāļģāļŦāļĢัāļšāļ­āļēāļŠāļāļēāļāļĢāļ—ี่āļĄีāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļĢุāļ™āđāļĢāļ‡ āļ™้āļ­āļĒāļ„āļ™āļ™ัāļāļ—ี่āļˆāļ°āļŠāļšāļēāļĒāđƒāļˆāļ—ี่āļˆāļ°āļ­āļĒู่āļ„āļ™āđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļĢāļ°āļĒāļ°āđ€āļ§āļĨāļēāļ™āļēāļ™ āđ† āļœู้āļŠูāļ‡āļ­āļēāļĒุāļ–ูāļāļšีāļšāđƒāļŦ้āļ­āļĒู่āļ„āļ™āđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§āđ€āļĄื่āļ­āļ„ู่āļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļˆāļēāļāđ„āļ› āđāļĨāļ°āđ€āļ›็āļ™āđ€āļĢื่āļ­āļ‡āļĒāļēāļāļĄāļēāļāļŠāļģāļŦāļĢัāļšāļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāļ—ี่āļˆāļ°āļ›āļĢัāļšāļ•ัāļ§āđƒāļŦ้āđ€āļ‚้āļēāļัāļšāļāļēāļĢāļ­āļĒู่āļ„āļ™āđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§ āļŦāļĨāļēāļĒāļ„āļ™āļĨ้āļĄāđ€āļŦāļĨāļ§āđāļĨāļ°āđ€āļĢิ่āļĄāļĨāļ°āđ€āļĨāļĒāļ•ัāļ§āđ€āļ­āļ‡ āđ€āļ™ื่āļ­āļ‡āļˆāļēāļāđ„āļĄ่āļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āļĢัāļšāļĄืāļ­āļ”้āļ§āļĒāļ•ัāļ§āđ€āļ­āļ‡āđ„āļ”้

Loneliness can be as deadly as a serious life-threatening disease, it can affect the mental health, and physical health of an older adult who is not able to deal with loneliness, when they start to neglect themselves through being lonely, their personal hygiene and poor nutrition can affect their health, and if they venture out like that it will not help their loneliness as neighbors and others will shy away from them, making their loneliness much harder to accept.

āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāđ€āļŦāļ‡āļēāļ­āļēāļˆāđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ­ัāļ™āļ•āļĢāļēāļĒāļ–ึāļ‡āļ•āļēāļĒāđ„āļ”้āļžāļ­āđ† āļัāļšāđ‚āļĢāļ„āļĢ้āļēāļĒāļ—ี่āļ„ุāļāļ„āļēāļĄāļ–ึāļ‡āļŠีāļ§ิāļ• āļ­āļēāļˆāļŠ่āļ‡āļœāļĨāļ•่āļ­āļŠุāļ‚āļ āļēāļžāļˆิāļ•āđāļĨāļ°āļŠุāļ‚āļ āļēāļžāļāļēāļĒāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļœู้āļŠูāļ‡āļ­āļēāļĒุāļ—ี่āđ„āļĄ่āļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āļĢัāļšāļĄืāļ­āļัāļšāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāđ€āļŦāļ‡āļēāđ„āļ”้ āđ€āļĄื่āļ­āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāđ€āļĢิ่āļĄāļĨāļ°āđ€āļĨāļĒāļ•ัāļ§āđ€āļ­āļ‡āļˆāļēāļāļāļēāļĢāļ­āļĒู่āļ„āļ™āđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§ āļŠุāļ‚āļ­āļ™āļēāļĄัāļĒāļŠ่āļ§āļ™āļšุāļ„āļ„āļĨ āđāļĨāļ° āļ āļēāļ§āļ°āđ‚āļ āļŠāļ™āļēāļāļēāļĢāļ—ี่āđ„āļĄ่āļ”ีāļ­āļēāļˆāļŠ่āļ‡āļœāļĨāļ•่āļ­āļŠุāļ‚āļ āļēāļžāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļē āđāļĨāļ°āļ–้āļēāļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāļ­āļ­āļāđ„āļ›āđāļšāļšāļ™ั้āļ™ āļĄัāļ™āļ็āđ„āļĄ่āđ„āļ”้āļŠ่āļ§āļĒāđƒāļŦ้āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāļĢู้āļŠึāļāđ€āļŦāļ‡āļēāđ€āļžāļĢāļēāļ°āđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ™āļš้āļēāļ™āđāļĨāļ°āļ„āļ™āļ­ื่āļ™ āđ† āļ็āļˆāļ°āļ­āļēāļĒāļŦ่āļēāļ‡āļˆāļēāļāļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļē āļ—āļģāđƒāļŦ้āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāļĒāļ­āļĄāļĢัāļšāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāđ€āļŦāļ‡āļēāđ„āļ”้āļĒāļēāļāļ‚ึ้āļ™āļĄāļēāļ
Most lonely older adults do not expect neighbors or others to become friends, but a simple Good morning or How are you today will go a long way to brighten an older adult's lonely day.
āļœู้āļŠูāļ‡āļ­āļēāļĒุāļ—ี่āļ­้āļēāļ‡āļ§้āļēāļ‡āļŠ่āļ§āļ™āđƒāļŦāļ่āđ„āļĄ่āļ„āļēāļ”āļŦāļ§ัāļ‡āđƒāļŦ้āđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ™āļš้āļēāļ™āļŦāļĢืāļ­āļ„āļ™āļ­ื่āļ™āđ† āļĄāļēāđ€āļ›็āļ™āđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ™ āđāļ•่āļ­āļĢุāļ“āļŠāļ§ัāļŠāļ”ิ์āļ‡่āļēāļĒāđ† āļŦāļĢืāļ­āļ§ัāļ™āļ™ี้āļŠāļšāļēāļĒāļ”ีāđ„āļŦāļĄ āļˆāļ°āļŠ่āļ§āļĒāđƒāļŦ้āļ§ัāļ™āđ€āļŦāļ‡āļēāđ† āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļœู้āļŠูāļ‡āļ­āļēāļĒุāļŠāļ”āđƒāļŠāļ‚ึ้āļ™āđ„āļ”้

Ian Mc

https://www.quora.com/profile/Ian-McClymont-4



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Everything cuts both ways.


I’m 74 and my last relationship ended 2–1/2 years ago. The independence and freedom that comes with living alone have a lot to say for themselves. Not having to worry about the needs, particulars, sensibilities, etc. of the other person feels liberating. On the other hand, sharing experiences, chores, friends, etc. has an awful lot to say for itself! Am I lonely, living alone? Yeah, I miss having someone around. But, there’s the upside, also.

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Do you really care if you live to old age or not?

Honestly, as a medical doctor, I don't really know if I would want to reach a really high age anymore. Many old people don't see and hear well anymore, find hearing aids uncomfortable, and have chronic pain in their back and limbs. They start to fall and break things, becoming scared of the loss of independence. Many suffer from incontinence. The fear of real dementia is a terror. Many have seen all their friends and family, often even their children die. Many experience trouble connecting with grandchildren and great-grandchildren because the world has changed so much since their youth. Forming new friendships gets increasingly difficult because they don't meet many new people and are physically incapable to go out much. Or they lack the money to take up new hobbies. Many did not anticipate living that long and do not have the funds to live really comfortably and even those that do often end up in a home because they are incapable of taking care of themselves.

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I’ve already hit old age insofar as I consider it old. I’m 74. I really didnt “feel” old until the last year or so. Anyway, it is what it is, and you can’t change what’s coming. I’m cool w it. Do I care a lot about living more. It’d be nice but …


…. When I look back, i say: it was a great ride. I’ve lived a few different types of lives, traveled the world, saw and learned a lot along the way, experienced great adventures, “gave back” by having a positive impact on people’s lives, and i have loved and been loved. I could kick tomorrow with no regrets about having missed something or not doing that which i wanted to. My cup is full. However …..


….. It ain’t over - how does it go? - till the fat lady sings. More is still getting added to my cup even now at 74, as I’m about to shoot scenes in my 13 or 14th film ( short and feature length) since I retired in 2017 from my “day job” of over forty years in the IT consulting business. Retirement released me to pursue my dream of being a good supporting actor. How blessed I’ve been to have accomplished that during the last 5–6 years of retirement.


At 74 I think a little bit about death now. I think we all shoukd think a little about it by the time we hit 70, no? Anyway, I finally have. I had my will and advanced directives done long ago. Check. I’m gonna write up instructions & directions for folks about accounts, passwords, keys, lock boxes, etc., soon. Check. The only thing that weighs heavy on my mind about passing now, tho, is all my “stuff.” No, I’m not gonna break into George Carlin’s classic rant on “stuff,” nor am i gonna shallowly talk about missing it. After all, it’s just … well, stuff. But how people will have to deal with my stuff, after I’m gone, as modest as my acquisitions have been, is one of my remaining loose ends, mentally & physically, to deal with. Any reading suggestions on this topic are welcomed.


Yup, all the stuff I’ve got, it’s not excessive as Carlin ranted about, but I’ve got a 2br apartment’s worth of pottery, pictures, art work, mementos, memorabilia and a vast amount of “tchotchkes” accumulated thru the years, to say nothing of a few junk drawers of minor stuff that will need to be sorted thru and dealt with by my survivors who are all out of state and scattered across the country now. I feel kinda bad that 2 or 3 people are gonna have to come and deal with all my “stuff,” and will be feeling a little guilty about getting rid of the vast majority of it cuz they got their own “stuff.” I’ll be dead so I shouldn’t care about the stuff ( i really don’t) but I well remember dealing with all my Mom’s stuff a few years ago. A real chore it was. So, i gotta live at least a little while longer cuz my “stuff” has to be addressed - unless my close loved ones really piss me off lol

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Years ago I never thought I’d live past 40. Now, having recently celebrated my 71st birthday with the most beautiful girl in the world (who is an aging-with-class 41-year-old) I am having a splendid time and have no intention of checking out anytime soon. The only things that make me feel “old” are the aches and pains of old injuries caused by my youthful indescretions (motorcycle accidents, gunshot wounds, bad parachute landings and the like.)

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At age 73, I suppose I hope to reach old age someday. I guess by 100 you’re finally considered elderly, but as a youngster, I still have miles to go before I sleep. Do I want them or not? If I’m allowed to stay in my 38-acre Garden of Eden without being hassled much by the Digital Age, by the government, or by green energy proselytizers, then maybe so. But there are already modern serpents threatening my idyllic home and life:

āļ•āļ­āļ™āļ­āļēāļĒุ 73 āļ‰ัāļ™āļ„ิāļ”āļ§่āļēāļ‰ัāļ™āļŦāļ§ัāļ‡āļ§่āļēāļˆāļ°āļ–ึāļ‡āļ§ัāļĒāļŠāļĢāļēāļŠัāļāļ§ัāļ™āļŦāļ™ึ่āļ‡ āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļ”āļēāļ§่āļēāđ€āļĄื่āļ­āļ–ึāļ‡āļ­āļēāļĒุ 100 āļ›ี āļ„ุāļ“āļ็āļˆāļ°āļ–ืāļ­āļ§่āļēāļŠูāļ‡āļ­āļēāļĒุāđāļĨ้āļ§ āđāļ•่āđƒāļ™āļāļēāļ™āļ°āđ€āļ”็āļ āļ‰ัāļ™āļĒัāļ‡āļĄีāļ­ีāļāļŦāļĨāļēāļĒāđ„āļĄāļĨ์āļ—ี่āļ•้āļ­āļ‡āļ—āļģāļ่āļ­āļ™āļˆāļ°āđ€āļ‚้āļēāļ™āļ­āļ™ āļ‰ัāļ™āļ•้āļ­āļ‡āļāļēāļĢāļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāļŦāļĢืāļ­āđ„āļĄ่? āļ–้āļēāļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļ”้āļĢัāļšāļ­āļ™ุāļāļēāļ•āđƒāļŦ้āļ­āļĒู่āđƒāļ™āļŠāļ§āļ™āđ€āļ­āđ€āļ”āļ™āļ‚āļ™āļēāļ” 38 āđ€āļ­āđ€āļ„āļ­āļĢ์āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āđ‚āļ”āļĒāđ„āļĄ่āļ–ูāļāļĢāļšāļāļ§āļ™āļˆāļēāļāļĒุāļ„āļ”ิāļˆิāļ—ัāļĨ āļĢัāļāļšāļēāļĨ āļŦāļĢืāļ­āļœู้āđ€āļ›āļĨี่āļĒāļ™āļĻāļēāļŠāļ™āļēāļ—ี่āđƒāļŠ้āļžāļĨัāļ‡āļ‡āļēāļ™āļŠีāđ€āļ‚ีāļĒāļ§ āļ็āļ­āļēāļˆāļˆāļ°āđ€āļ›็āļ™āđ€āļŠ่āļ™āļ™ั้āļ™ āđāļ•่āļĄีāļ‡ูāļŠāļĄัāļĒāđƒāļŦāļĄ่āļ„ุāļāļ„āļēāļĄāļš้āļēāļ™āđāļĨāļ°āļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ­ัāļ™āļ‡āļ”āļ‡āļēāļĄāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™:

1. Perpetually noisy airplane and helicopter flyovers.

1. āļŠāļ°āļžāļēāļ™āļĨāļ­āļĒāđ€āļ„āļĢื่āļ­āļ‡āļšิāļ™āđāļĨāļ°āđ€āļŪāļĨิāļ„āļ­āļ›āđ€āļ•āļ­āļĢ์āļ—ี่āļĄีāđ€āļŠีāļĒāļ‡āļ”ัāļ‡āļ•āļĨāļ­āļ”āđ€āļ§āļĨāļē

2. The infernal difficulty of dealing with any agency’s customer service.

2. āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļĒāļēāļāļĨāļģāļšāļēāļāđƒāļ™āļāļēāļĢāļˆัāļ”āļāļēāļĢāļัāļšāļāļēāļĢāļšāļĢิāļāļēāļĢāļĨูāļāļ„้āļēāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļ­āđ€āļˆāļ™āļ‹ี่

3. Abominable traffic congestion. After all, I must sometimes leave my bucolic fastness for groceries.

3. āļāļēāļĢāļˆāļĢāļēāļˆāļĢāļ•ิāļ”āļ‚ัāļ”āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āļ™่āļēāļĢัāļ‡āđ€āļีāļĒāļˆ āļ—้āļēāļĒāļ—ี่āļŠุāļ” āļšāļēāļ‡āļ„āļĢั้āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āļ็āļ•้āļ­āļ‡āļ—ิ้āļ‡āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļ­āļ”āļ­āļĒāļēāļāđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ‹ื้āļ­āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļŠāļģ

4. Loss of much of the beautiful wildlife in my area. Even bird numbers have fallen.

4. āļāļēāļĢāļŠูāļāđ€āļŠีāļĒāļŠัāļ•āļ§์āļ›่āļēāļ—ี่āļŠāļ§āļĒāļ‡āļēāļĄāđƒāļ™āļžื้āļ™āļ—ี่āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™ āđāļĄ้āđāļ•่āļˆāļģāļ™āļ§āļ™āļ™āļāļ็āļĨāļ”āļĨāļ‡

5. Traffic noise from the highways is now vexing my sleep.

5. āđ€āļŠีāļĒāļ‡āļāļēāļĢāļˆāļĢāļēāļˆāļĢāļˆāļēāļāļ—āļēāļ‡āļŦāļĨāļ§āļ‡āļĢāļšāļāļ§āļ™āļāļēāļĢāļ™āļ­āļ™āļŦāļĨัāļšāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™

6. Railroad traffic is frantically fast and obsessive, disturbing my night-time solace.

6. āļāļēāļĢāļˆāļĢāļēāļˆāļĢāļšāļ™āļĢāļ–āđ„āļŸāđ€āļ›็āļ™āđ„āļ›āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āļĢāļ§āļ”āđ€āļĢ็āļ§āđāļĨāļ°āļ§ุ่āļ™āļ§āļēāļĒ āļĢāļšāļāļ§āļ™āļˆิāļ•āđƒāļˆāļĒāļēāļĄāļ„่āļģāļ„ืāļ™āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™

7. Increasing hostility in the populace is depressing.

7. āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāđ€āļ›็āļ™āļĻัāļ•āļĢูāļ—ี่āđ€āļžิ่āļĄāļ‚ึ้āļ™āđƒāļ™āļ›āļĢāļ°āļŠāļēāļŠāļ™āļāļģāļĨัāļ‡āļ•āļāļ•่āļģ

8. The looming threat of Artificial Intelligence and the havoc it may wreak on our job security and our personal lives.
8. āļ ัāļĒāļ„ุāļāļ„āļēāļĄāļ—ี่āļ›āļĢāļēāļāļāļ‚ึ้āļ™āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ›ัāļāļāļēāļ›āļĢāļ°āļ”ิāļĐāļ์āđāļĨāļ°āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāđ€āļŠีāļĒāļŦāļēāļĒāļ—ี่āļ­āļēāļˆāđ€āļิāļ”āļ‚ึ้āļ™āļัāļšāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļĄั่āļ™āļ„āļ‡āđƒāļ™āļŦāļ™้āļēāļ—ี่āļāļēāļĢāļ‡āļēāļ™āđāļĨāļ°āļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļŠ่āļ§āļ™āļ•ัāļ§āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļĢāļē

There are many other threats to our humanity, and I worry about what life in America will be like in 100 years, even 50. Perhaps it’s better to be absent from the planet before another few decades bring much greater complexity and difficulty, but then I’ll see a sunset and gentle dusk, Venus glowing above the horizon, and I’ll think, at least one more millennium, please.
āļĄีāļ ัāļĒāļ„ุāļāļ„āļēāļĄāļ­ื่āļ™ āđ† āļ­ีāļāļĄāļēāļāļĄāļēāļĒāļ•่āļ­āļĄāļ™ุāļĐāļĒāļŠāļēāļ•ิāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļĢāļē āđāļĨāļ°āļ‰ัāļ™āļัāļ‡āļ§āļĨāļ§่āļēāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āđƒāļ™āļ­āđ€āļĄāļĢิāļāļēāļˆāļ°āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āđ„āļĢāđƒāļ™āļ­ีāļ 100 āļ›ี āđāļĄ้āļāļĢāļ°āļ—ั่āļ‡ 50 āļ›ี āļšāļēāļ‡āļ—ีāļĄัāļ™āļ­āļēāļˆāļˆāļ°āļ”ีāļāļ§่āļēāļŦāļēāļāļ•้āļ­āļ‡āļˆāļēāļāđ‚āļĨāļāļ™ี้āđ„āļ› āļ่āļ­āļ™āļ—ี่āļ­ีāļāļŠāļ­āļ‡āļŠāļēāļĄāļ—āļĻāļ§āļĢāļĢāļĐāļˆāļ°āļ™āļģāļĄāļēāļ‹ึ่āļ‡āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļ‹ัāļšāļ‹้āļ­āļ™āđāļĨāļ°āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļĒāļēāļāļĨāļģāļšāļēāļāļ—ี่āļĄāļēāļāļ‚ึ้āļ™ āđāļ•่āđāļĨ้āļ§āļ‰ัāļ™āļ็ āļˆāļ°āđ„āļ”้āđ€āļŦ็āļ™āļžāļĢāļ°āļ­āļēāļ—ิāļ•āļĒ์āļ•āļāđāļĨāļ°āļžāļĨāļšāļ„่āļģāļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āļ­่āļ­āļ™āđ‚āļĒāļ™ āļ”āļēāļ§āļĻุāļāļĢ์āļŠ่āļ­āļ‡āđāļŠāļ‡āļ­āļĒู่āđ€āļŦāļ™ืāļ­āļ‚āļ­āļšāļŸ้āļē āđāļĨāļ°āļ‰ัāļ™āļ„ิāļ”āļ§่āļē āļ‚āļ­āđ€āļ§āļĨāļēāļ­ีāļāļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āļ™้āļ­āļĒāļŦāļ™ึ่āļ‡āļžัāļ™āļ›ี

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Do most 65-year-olds sit at home all day just eat, sleep, and watch TV?



My father is approaching the age of 65.

He actually thought he could just sit at home, eat, sleep, and watch TV, tried that, but it turned out to be way too boring and he never expected what was coming his way in a couple of years.

So after retirement, he put his knowledge and experience to good use and started working as a management consultant. He takes on projects in western and southern India from time to time and travels when needed.

Otherwise, he loves sitting on the rocking chair on our sunny balcony and reading the newspaper.

His schedule was pretty relaxed until last year when, unfortunately, my granny and mom were both incapacitated one after the other. Even with hired help, the dependency on him didn’t disappear.
āļ•āļēāļĢāļēāļ‡āļ‡āļēāļ™āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļ‚āļēāļ„่āļ­āļ™āļ‚้āļēāļ‡āļœ่āļ­āļ™āļ„āļĨāļēāļĒāļˆāļ™āļāļĢāļ°āļ—ั่āļ‡āđ€āļĄื่āļ­āļ›ีāļ—ี่āđāļĨ้āļ§ āđ‚āļŠāļ„āđ„āļĄ่āļ”ีāļ—ี่āļĒ่āļēāđāļĨāļ°āđāļĄ่āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļĢ้āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āļ—ั้āļ‡āļ„ู่ āđāļĄ้āļˆāļ°āđ„āļ”้āļĢัāļšāļāļēāļĢāļ§่āļēāļˆ้āļēāļ‡āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļŠ่āļ§āļĒāđ€āļŦāļĨืāļ­ āļāļēāļĢāļžึ่āļ‡āļžāļēāđ€āļ‚āļēāļ็āđ„āļĄ่āđ„āļ”้āļŦāļēāļĒāđ„āļ›

At his age, he is changing diapers, cleaning them when the nurse is on leave, cooking delicious meals, managing the household, undertaking some of the daily chores, paying bills, shopping, and a lot more.

I help him as much as possible by taking care of online technology-related stuff, anything that can be done from half a globe away. He is probably more interested in recipes and the kitchen now than I am.

I would love for him to sit back, relax, watch TV, and enjoy the fruits of his glorious professional life.

But not everyone has that luxury.

Many senior citizens continue to be involved in one thing or the other unless they are medically unfit and unable to move around.

  1. Some work for money, to pay their bills since Govt doesn’t give a pension to everyone
  2. Some work for productive engagement of the brain, to remain mentally active
  3. Some don’t have another choice and work out of helplessness
  4. Some just can’t retire and take a back seat, so they’ll continue to boss around other family members

With advances in medicine and awareness in people, most seniors are pretty fit in their 60s and wouldn’t want to bore themselves to death by turning into couch potatoes.

Even if they want to, it’s totally their choice.

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I’m 68, For the past two weeks I have cleaned out two storage units for people who hadn’t seen the light of day for 40 years. The families couldn’t deal with the hoarding and compulsive buying of the deceased mother. Next week I will start on her home. Who has time to sit around with so much to do? Even found a 33 record with Rory Storm and the hurricanes. , unopened Beatles, chubby checker. So much stuff. So much fun.

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Sounds kinda depressing to me, but I'm sure there are some older people that do that. I presume their sedentary lifestyles are related to certain medical issues.

But the majority of older folks are probably like me … physically active, maybe working part-time, and trying to maintain positive mental attitudes.

I'm hoping these things will carry me into my 80s, but who knows. (I play the cards I've been dealt, and move forward.)

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I’m closer to 80 than to 65. I’m lucky to be fit and relatively healthy. I’ve been criticized for still running down the stairs. After my husband of 40 years died, I waited 5 years before I decided I didn’t want to live alone. I went on a dating site, figuring if I found others my age, they would be as curious about life as myself. I figured if I could not find love, at least I could find companionship and adventure. In the past 5 years, I’ve visited 3 different continents with wonderful partners…. who have since passed away. (Therein lies another story.) But 2 years ago I met an amazing man…. I think I finally know what is meant by the term ‘soul-mate’. We both live in a state of amazement, considering our ages. When we are not analyzing our lives and world politics…. for hours at a time…. we are following other passions. Painting and writing for me. Sports and politics for him.

I have friends who have chosen to be single, and they do eat, sleep and watch TV..(As do I.) But they also reap the benefits of the community and friendships that they have nurtured over the years. When I was younger I used to observe how older people seemed engrossed in their friendships, and was even a bit jealous of the warmth and generosity I saw. I have now joined that circle. Yes, we will each of us probably be a bit surprised when it comes to our turn to pass on. (Funny how we don’t like the verb ‘to die’.)

When I read about the crisis of loneliness in our world, I feel very sad. Being connected, and feeling you belong turns out to be the deepest need for any sense of thriving. At least the problem has been identified…. and hopefully creative solutions will follow.

A word of advice: eat well, exercise your mind and body, just in case you live long enough to reap the benefits!

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Rose's Guardian

Well educated but Apple Autocorrect beats me all the time.

A wise person does not argue with fools. But sometimes the temptation to do so is irresistible. ðŸĪ—

āļ„āļ™āļ‰āļĨāļēāļ”āđ„āļĄ่āđ‚āļ•้āđ€āļ–ีāļĒāļ‡āļัāļšāļ„āļ™āđ‚āļ‡่ āđāļ•่āļšāļēāļ‡āļ„āļĢั้āļ‡āļāļēāļĢāļĨ่āļ­āļĨāļ§āļ‡āđƒāļŦ้āļ—āļģāđ€āļŠ่āļ™āļ™ั้āļ™āļ็āđ„āļĄ่āļ­āļēāļˆāļ•้āļēāļ™āļ—āļēāļ™āđ„āļ”้

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Do most 65-year-olds sit at home all day just eat, sleep, and watch TV?

Shoulda Coulda . . ...

I think firstly this question should be whittled down from most to many 65-year-olds, or a lot of or even just some 65-year-olds.  Also, "all day" doesn't quite work for anyone, not in a hospital or nursing home.
āļ‰ัāļ™āļ„ิāļ”āļ§่āļēāļ›āļĢāļ°āļāļēāļĢāđāļĢāļ āļ„āļģāļ–āļēāļĄāļ™ี้āļ„āļ§āļĢāļ•ัāļ”āļ—āļ­āļ™āļˆāļēāļāļ„āļ™āļŠ่āļ§āļ™āđƒāļŦāļ่āđ„āļ›āļˆāļ™āļ–ึāļ‡āļ­āļēāļĒุ 65 āļ›ีāļˆāļģāļ™āļ§āļ™āļĄāļēāļ āļŦāļĢืāļ­āļŦāļĨāļēāļĒāļ„āļ™āļŦāļĢืāļ­āđāļĄ้āđāļ•่āđ€āļžีāļĒāļ‡āļšāļēāļ‡āļ„āļ™āļ—ี่āļĄีāļ­āļēāļĒุ 65 āļ›ี āļ™āļ­āļāļˆāļēāļāļ™ี้ "āļ—ั้āļ‡āļ§ัāļ™" āđ„āļĄ่āđ„āļ”้āļœāļĨāļŠāļģāļŦāļĢัāļšāļ—ุāļāļ„āļ™ āđ„āļĄ่āđƒāļŠ่āđƒāļ™āđ‚āļĢāļ‡āļžāļĒāļēāļšāļēāļĨāļŦāļĢืāļ­āļš้āļēāļ™āļžัāļāļ„āļ™āļŠāļĢāļē

Leaving out the eating and sleeping thing, which all people between birth and death do, the question that I'll address is really about whether a lot of older people spend the majority of their time at home, with entertainment limited to such things as watching television or reading books (vision permitting), or perhaps some gentle craft (hands permitting).
āļĨāļ°āļ—ิ้āļ‡āđ€āļĢื่āļ­āļ‡āļิāļ™āđāļĨāļ°āđ€āļĢื่āļ­āļ‡āļ™āļ­āļ™ āļ‹ึ่āļ‡āļ—ุāļāļ„āļ™āļĢāļ°āļŦāļ§่āļēāļ‡āđ€āļิāļ”āđāļĨāļ°āļ•āļēāļĒāļ—āļģāļัāļ™ āļ„āļģāļ–āļēāļĄāļ—ี่āļ‰ัāļ™āļˆāļ°āļžูāļ”āļ–ึāļ‡āļˆāļĢิāļ‡āđ† āļ็āļ„ืāļ­āļ§่āļēāļ„āļ™āļŠูāļ‡āļ­āļēāļĒุāļˆāļģāļ™āļ§āļ™āļĄāļēāļāđƒāļŠ้āđ€āļ§āļĨāļēāļŠ่āļ§āļ™āđƒāļŦāļ่āļ­āļĒู่āļ—ี่āļš้āļēāļ™āļŦāļĢืāļ­āđ„āļĄ่ āđ‚āļ”āļĒāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļšัāļ™āđ€āļ—ิāļ‡āļˆāļģāļัāļ”āļ­āļĒู่āđāļ„่āļāļēāļĢāļ”ูāđ€āļ—่āļēāļ™ั้āļ™ āđ‚āļ—āļĢāļ—ัāļĻāļ™์āļŦāļĢืāļ­āļ­่āļēāļ™āļŦāļ™ัāļ‡āļŠืāļ­ (āļ­āļ™ุāļāļēāļ•āđƒāļŦ้āļĄāļ­āļ‡āđ€āļŦ็āļ™āđ„āļ”้) āļŦāļĢืāļ­āļ­āļēāļˆāđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ‡āļēāļ™āļีāļĄืāļ­āļ—ี่āļ­่āļ­āļ™āđ‚āļĒāļ™ (āļ­āļ™ุāļāļēāļ•āđƒāļŦ้āđƒāļŠ้āļĄืāļ­)

Reading those (admittedly expected) posts from those people — of whom we all know or have heard of at least one — who fly through their golden years, barely slowing down long enough to take a brief nap at night before leaping out of bed to organize family fun events, go kayaking, trek the Himalayas, play with their grandchildren, organize bake sales, clean the house, do the gardening, train for their first marathon or whatever and have the best retirement evah, you have to admit they have a lifestyle that sounds fabulous. They really do.

āļ­่āļēāļ™āđ‚āļžāļŠāļ•์ (āļ—ี่āļ„āļēāļ”āļŦāļ§ัāļ‡) āļˆāļēāļāļ„āļ™āđ€āļŦāļĨ่āļēāļ™ั้āļ™ āļ‹ึ่āļ‡āđ€āļĢāļēāļ—ุāļāļ„āļ™āļĢู้āļˆัāļāļŦāļĢืāļ­āđ€āļ„āļĒāđ„āļ”้āļĒิāļ™āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āļ™้āļ­āļĒāļŦāļ™ึ่āļ‡āļ„āļ™āļ—ี่āļšิāļ™āļœ่āļēāļ™āļ›ีāļ—āļ­āļ‡āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļē āđāļ—āļšāļˆāļ°āđ„āļĄ่āļŠ้āļēāļĨāļ‡āļ™āļēāļ™āļžāļ­āļ—ี่āļˆāļ°āļ‡ีāļšāļŦāļĨัāļšāļŠั้āļ™āđ† āđƒāļ™āļ•āļ­āļ™āļāļĨāļēāļ‡āļ„ืāļ™āļ่āļ­āļ™āļ—ี่āļˆāļ°āļāļĢāļ°āđ‚āļˆāļ™āļ­āļ­āļāļˆāļēāļāđ€āļ•ีāļĒāļ‡āđ€āļžื่āļ­āļˆัāļ”āļĢāļ°āđ€āļšีāļĒāļš āļิāļˆāļāļĢāļĢāļĄāļŠāļ™ุāļāđ† āļŠāļģāļŦāļĢัāļšāļ„āļĢāļ­āļšāļ„āļĢัāļ§ āđ„āļ›āļžāļēāļĒāđ€āļĢืāļ­āļ„āļēāļĒัāļ„ āđ€āļ”ิāļ™āļ›่āļēāļšāļ™āđ€āļ—ืāļ­āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāļŦิāļĄāļēāļĨัāļĒ āđ€āļĨ่āļ™āļัāļšāļŦāļĨāļēāļ™āđ† āļˆัāļ”āļ‡āļēāļ™āļ‚āļēāļĒāļ‚āļ™āļĄāļ­āļš āļ—āļģāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļŠāļ°āļ­āļēāļ”āļš้āļēāļ™ āļ—āļģāļŠāļ§āļ™ āļึāļāļ§ิ่āļ‡āļĄāļēāļĢāļēāļ˜āļ­āļ™āļ„āļĢั้āļ‡āđāļĢāļāļŦāļĢืāļ­āļ­āļ°āđ„āļĢāļ็āļ•āļēāļĄ āđāļĨāļ°āļĄีāđ€āļ‡ิāļ™āđ€āļāļĐีāļĒāļ“āļ—ี่āļ”ีāļ—ี่āļŠุāļ” āļ„ุāļ“āļ•้āļ­āļ‡āļĒāļ­āļĄāļĢัāļšāļ§่āļēāļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāļĄีāđ„āļĨāļŸ์āļŠāđ„āļ•āļĨ์ āļ™ั่āļ™āļŸัāļ‡āļ”ูāđ€āļŦāļĨืāļ­āđ€āļŠื่āļ­ āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāļ—āļģāļˆāļĢิāļ‡āđ†

It’s also probably the lifestyle a lot of us wanted or thought we would have at 65.

āļ™āļ­āļāļˆāļēāļāļ™ี้āļĒัāļ‡āļ­āļēāļˆāđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ§ิāļ–ีāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ—ี่āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļĢāļēāļŦāļĨāļēāļĒāļ„āļ™āļ•้āļ­āļ‡āļāļēāļĢāļŦāļĢืāļ­āļ„ิāļ”āļ§่āļēāđ€āļĢāļēāļˆāļ°āļĄีāđ€āļĄื่āļ­āļ­āļēāļĒุ 65 āļ›ี

But life sometimes has different ideas. Maybe you will never have children. You might not even have had a good marriage. Maybe something happened to your job or your retirement funds. Maybe you suffered an unexpected illness or accident that impacted your life.

āđāļ•่āļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļšāļēāļ‡āļ„āļĢั้āļ‡āļ็āļĄีāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļ„ิāļ”āļ—ี่āđāļ•āļāļ•่āļēāļ‡āļัāļ™ āļšāļēāļ‡āļ—ีāļ„ุāļ“āļ­āļēāļˆāļˆāļ°āđ„āļĄ่āļĄีāļĨูāļ āļ„ุāļ“āļ­āļēāļˆāđ„āļĄ่āđ„āļ”้āļĄีāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļŠāļĄāļĢāļŠāļ—ี่āļ”ีāļ”้āļ§āļĒāļ‹้āļģ āļ­āļēāļˆāļĄีāļšāļēāļ‡āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āđ€āļิāļ”āļ‚ึ้āļ™āļัāļšāļ‡āļēāļ™āļŦāļĢืāļ­āđ€āļ‡ิāļ™āđ€āļāļĐีāļĒāļ“āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ„ุāļ“ āļšāļēāļ‡āļ—ีāļ„ุāļ“āļ­āļēāļˆāļ›āļĢāļ°āļŠāļšāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāđ€āļˆ็āļšāļ›่āļ§āļĒāļŦāļĢืāļ­āļ­ุāļšัāļ•ิāđ€āļŦāļ•ุāļ—ี่āđ„āļĄ่āļ„āļēāļ”āļ„ิāļ”āļ‹ึ่āļ‡āļŠ่āļ‡āļœāļĨāļāļĢāļ°āļ—āļšāļ•่āļ­āļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ„ุāļ“

Some people at 65 are living the dream and good for them. ðŸĪ— Lucky things. The rest of us? Maybe not so much.
āļšāļēāļ‡āļ„āļ™āļ—ี่āļ­āļēāļĒุ 65 āļ›ีāļāļģāļĨัāļ‡āđƒāļŠ้āļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ•āļēāļĄāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļัāļ™āđāļĨāļ°āļ”ีāļŠāļģāļŦāļĢัāļšāļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļē ðŸĪ— āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļĄāļ‡āļ„āļĨ. āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļĢāļēāļ—ี่āđ€āļŦāļĨืāļ­? āļ­āļēāļˆāļˆāļ°āđ„āļĄ่āļĄāļēāļāļ™ัāļ

I was heading toward something like that, sans children or a happy marriage, but very fit, still in academia, still modeling, and traveling. Marriage to a rather disordered person (no longer with us) had not allowed me to have many friends, but I had a couple. :) I had and have no family to speak of but I didn’t mind that too much.

āļ‰ัāļ™āļāļģāļĨัāļ‡āļĄุ่āļ‡āļŦāļ™้āļēāđ„āļ›āđāļšāļšāļ™ั้āļ™ āđ‚āļ”āļĒāđ„āļĄ่āļ•้āļ­āļ‡āļĄีāļĨูāļāļŦāļĢืāļ­āļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āđāļ•่āļ‡āļ‡āļēāļ™āļ—ี่āļĄีāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļŠุāļ‚ āđāļ•่āļŸิāļ•āļĄāļēāļ āļĒัāļ‡āļ­āļĒู่āđƒāļ™āļ§āļ‡āļ§ิāļŠāļēāļāļēāļĢ āļĒัāļ‡āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ™āļēāļ‡āđāļšāļš āđāļĨāļ°āļāļģāļĨัāļ‡āļ—่āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļ—ี่āļĒāļ§āļ­āļĒู่ āļāļēāļĢāđāļ•่āļ‡āļ‡āļēāļ™āļัāļšāļ„āļ™āļ—ี่āļ„่āļ­āļ™āļ‚้āļēāļ‡āđ€āļˆ้āļēāļĢāļ°āđ€āļšีāļĒāļš (āđ„āļĄ่āđ„āļ”้āļ­āļĒู่āļัāļšāđ€āļĢāļēāđāļĨ้āļ§) āđ„āļĄ่āđ„āļ”้āļ—āļģāđƒāļŦ้āļ‰ัāļ™āļĄีāđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ™āļĄāļēāļāļĄāļēāļĒ āđāļ•่āļ‰ัāļ™āļĄีāļ„ู่ :) āļ‰ัāļ™āļĄีāđāļĨāļ°āđ„āļĄ่āļĄีāļ„āļĢāļ­āļšāļ„āļĢัāļ§āđƒāļŦ้āļžูāļ”āļ–ึāļ‡ āđāļ•่āļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļĄ่āđ„āļ”้āļŠāļ™āđƒāļˆāđ€āļĢื่āļ­āļ‡āļ™ั้āļ™āļĄāļēāļāļ™ัāļ

See? My 60th birthday. āļ”ู āļ§ัāļ™āđ€āļิāļ”āļ›ีāļ—ี่ 60 āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™


Looks great and was lots of fun; just the six of us. 

The lady in the red pants was someone whom I’d been closely acquainted with and who lived nearby. Due to illness followed by injury rolled up in life, I hadn't seen her for a couple of years except for an occasional meetup and then she unexpectedly died recently, the week before Christmas
āļœู้āļŦāļิāļ‡āļāļēāļ‡āđ€āļāļ‡āđāļ”āļ‡āļ„ืāļ­āļ„āļ™āļ—ี่āļ‰ัāļ™āļ„ุ้āļ™āđ€āļ„āļĒāđāļĨāļ°āļ­āļēāļĻัāļĒāļ­āļĒู่āđƒāļāļĨ้āđ† āđ€āļ™ื่āļ­āļ‡āļˆāļēāļāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāđ€āļˆ็āļšāļ›่āļ§āļĒāđāļĨāļ°āļ­āļēāļāļēāļĢāļšāļēāļ”āđ€āļˆ็āļšāļŠāļ°āļŠāļĄāđƒāļ™āļŠีāļ§ิāļ• āļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļĄ่āđ„āļ”้āļžāļšāđ€āļ˜āļ­āļĄāļēāļŠāļ­āļ‡āļ›ีāđāļĨ้āļ§ āļĒāļāđ€āļ§้āļ™āđ€āļžีāļĒāļ‡āļāļēāļĢāļžāļšāļ›āļ°āļัāļ™āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ„āļĢั้āļ‡āļ„āļĢāļēāļ§ āđāļĨāļ°āđ„āļĄ่āļ™āļēāļ™āļĄāļēāļ™ี้āđ€āļ˜āļ­āļ็āđ€āļŠีāļĒāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āđ„āļĄ่āļ„āļēāļ”āļ„ิāļ” āļŦāļ™ึ่āļ‡āļŠัāļ›āļ”āļēāļŦ์āļ่āļ­āļ™āļ§ัāļ™āļ„āļĢิāļŠāļ•์āļĄāļēāļŠ

. The lady with the short dark hair is my hairdresser. The guy was someone who was down on his luck a bit so I let him and his dog live in my other home for free while he got back on his feet and he wanted to make a birthday thing for me as a Thank You. He's long gone now. 
āļœู้āļŦāļิāļ‡āļœāļĄāļŠั้āļ™āļŠีāđ€āļ‚้āļĄāļ„ืāļ­āļŠ่āļēāļ‡āļ—āļģāļœāļĄāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™ āļœู้āļŠāļēāļĒāļ„āļ™āļ™ี้āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ„āļ™āļ—ี่āđ‚āļŠāļ„āđ„āļĄ่āļ”ีāļ™ิāļ”āļŦāļ™่āļ­āļĒ āļ”ัāļ‡āļ™ั้āļ™āļ‰ัāļ™āļˆึāļ‡āļ›āļĨ่āļ­āļĒāđƒāļŦ้āđ€āļ‚āļēāđāļĨāļ°āļŠุāļ™ัāļ‚āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļ‚āļēāļ­āļēāļĻัāļĒāļ­āļĒู่āđƒāļ™āļš้āļēāļ™āļ­ีāļāļŦāļĨัāļ‡āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āļŸāļĢี āđƒāļ™āļ‚āļ“āļ°āļ—ี่āđ€āļ‚āļēāļāļĨัāļšāļĄāļēāļĒืāļ™āđ„āļ”้āļ­ีāļāļ„āļĢั้āļ‡ āđāļĨāļ°āđ€āļ‚āļēāļ•้āļ­āļ‡āļāļēāļĢāļ—āļģāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‚āļ§ัāļāļ§ัāļ™āđ€āļิāļ”āđƒāļŦ้āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļžื่āļ­āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļāļēāļĢāļ‚āļ­āļšāļ„ุāļ“ āļ•āļ­āļ™āļ™ี้āđ€āļ‚āļēāļŦāļēāļĒāđ„āļ›āļ™āļēāļ™

The shorter lady with short blond hair was my friend for many years from the dog park who moved quite a long way away a few months after that birthday and whom I have now lost contact with.

āļœู้āļŦāļิāļ‡āļ•ัāļ§āđ€āļ•ี้āļĒāļ—ี่āļĄีāļœāļĄāļŠีāļšāļĨāļ­āļ™āļ”์āļŠั้āļ™āđ€āļ›็āļ™āđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ™āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āļŦāļĨāļēāļĒāļ›ีāļˆāļēāļāļŠāļ§āļ™āļŠุāļ™ัāļ‚āļ‹ึ่āļ‡āļĒ้āļēāļĒāļ­āļ­āļāđ„āļ›āļ„่āļ­āļ™āļ‚้āļēāļ‡āđ„āļāļĨāđ„āļĄ่āļี่āđ€āļ”ืāļ­āļ™āļŦāļĨัāļ‡āļˆāļēāļāļ§ัāļ™āđ€āļิāļ”āļ™ั้āļ™āđāļĨāļ°āļ•āļ­āļ™āļ™ี้āļ‰ัāļ™āļ็āļ‚āļēāļ”āļāļēāļĢāļ•ิāļ”āļ•่āļ­āļ”้āļ§āļĒ

The lady with the long dark hair was my best friend for 38 years. She died from a brain aneurysm not long after these photos were taken. Life changes whether you want it to or not.
āļœู้āļŦāļิāļ‡āļœāļĄāļĒāļēāļ§āļŠีāđ€āļ‚้āļĄāđ€āļ›็āļ™āđ€āļžื่āļ­āļ™āļ—ี่āļ”ีāļ—ี่āļŠุāļ”āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āļĄāļē 38 āļ›ี āđ€āļ˜āļ­āđ€āļŠีāļĒāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļˆāļēāļāđ€āļŠ้āļ™āđ€āļĨืāļ­āļ”āđƒāļ™āļŠāļĄāļ­āļ‡āđ‚āļ›่āļ‡āļžāļ­āļ‡āļŦāļĨัāļ‡āļˆāļēāļāļ–่āļēāļĒāļ āļēāļžāđ„āļ”้āđ„āļĄ่āļ™āļēāļ™ āļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āđ€āļ›āļĨี่āļĒāļ™āđ„āļ›āđ„āļĄ่āļ§่āļēāļ„ุāļ“āļ•้āļ­āļ‡āļāļēāļĢāļŦāļĢืāļ­āđ„āļĄ่āļ็āļ•āļēāļĄ

After this photo, I began to feel unwell, had bird flu, and so on, but I took a trip to India for a while and went on a couple of cruises. But I began to struggle with unusual fatigue, including exercise fatigue. A couple of years after my birthday I was in the UK and suffered an enormous heart attack known colloquially as a 'widow maker'. My coronary arteries (including the left anterior descending artery) had become blocked with scar tissue (not plaque). Gown courtesy of the UK’s NHS. (Looks hot, no?)
āļŦāļĨัāļ‡āļˆāļēāļāļĢูāļ›āļ™ี้ āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļĢิ่āļĄāļĢู้āļŠึāļāđ„āļĄ่āļŠāļšāļēāļĒ āđ€āļ›็āļ™āļŦāļ§ัāļ”āļ™āļ āđāļĨāļ°āļ­ื่āļ™āđ† āđāļ•่āļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļ›āđ€āļ—ี่āļĒāļ§āļ­ิāļ™āđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļĄāļēāļžัāļāļŦāļ™ึ่āļ‡āđāļĨāļ°āļĨ่āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļĢืāļ­āļŠāļ­āļ‡āļŠāļēāļĄāļ„āļĢั้āļ‡ āđāļ•่āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļĢิ่āļĄāļ•่āļ­āļŠู้āļัāļšāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāđ€āļŦāļ™ื่āļ­āļĒāļĨ้āļēāļ—ี่āļœิāļ”āļ›āļāļ•ิāļĢāļ§āļĄāļ–ึāļ‡āļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāđ€āļŦāļ™ื่āļ­āļĒāļĨ้āļēāļˆāļēāļāļāļēāļĢāļ­āļ­āļāļāļģāļĨัāļ‡āļāļēāļĒ āļŠāļ­āļ‡āļŠāļēāļĄāļ›ีāļŦāļĨัāļ‡āļˆāļēāļāļ§ัāļ™āđ€āļิāļ”āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™ āļ‰ัāļ™āļ­āļĒู่āđƒāļ™āļŠāļŦāļĢāļēāļŠāļ­āļēāļ“āļēāļˆัāļāļĢāđāļĨāļ°āļ›āļĢāļ°āļŠāļšāļัāļšāļ­āļēāļāļēāļĢāļŦัāļ§āđƒāļˆāļ§āļēāļĒāļ„āļĢั้āļ‡āđƒāļŦāļ่āļ—ี่āđ€āļĢีāļĒāļāļัāļ™āļ•ิāļ”āļ›āļēāļāļ§่āļē 'āđāļĄ่āļŦāļĄ้āļēāļĒ' āļŦāļĨāļ­āļ”āđ€āļĨืāļ­āļ”āļŦัāļ§āđƒāļˆāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™ (āļĢāļ§āļĄāļ–ึāļ‡āļŦāļĨāļ­āļ”āđ€āļĨืāļ­āļ”āđāļ”āļ‡āļˆāļēāļāļĄāļēāļāđ„āļ›āļ™้āļ­āļĒāļ”้āļēāļ™āļŦāļ™้āļēāļ‹้āļēāļĒ) āļ–ูāļāļšāļĨ็āļ­āļāļ”้āļ§āļĒāđ€āļ™ื้āļ­āđ€āļĒื่āļ­āđāļœāļĨāđ€āļ›็āļ™ (āđ„āļĄ่āđƒāļŠ่āļ„āļĢāļēāļšāļˆุāļĨิāļ™āļ—āļĢีāļĒ์) āđ€āļŠื้āļ­āļ„āļĨุāļĄāļ—ี่āđ„āļ”้āļĢัāļšāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļ­āļ™ุāđ€āļ„āļĢāļēāļ°āļŦ์āļˆāļēāļ NHS āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļŠāļŦāļĢāļēāļŠāļ­āļēāļ“āļēāļˆัāļāļĢ (āļ”ูāļĢ้āļ­āļ™āđ„āļĄ่āđƒāļŠ่āđ€āļŦāļĢāļ­?)

Obviously, I survived but five months later, I had a terrible accident and was in hospital for months. Not having any family or others, I had no visitors but I kinda didn’t care. I was in too much pain and again, initially not expected to live. I slept a lot and sometimes watched Netflix on my iPad. A nurse took a picture of me with my iPad, but the device came off badly in an argument with a cup of chamomile tea and died before uploading the photo. This was the view from my bed that I took with my phone one day. Tres are boring. :)
āđ€āļŦ็āļ™āđ„āļ”้āļŠัāļ”āļ§่āļēāļ‰ัāļ™āļĢāļ­āļ”āļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļĄāļēāđ„āļ”้ āđāļ•่āļ­ีāļ 5 āđ€āļ”ืāļ­āļ™āļ•่āļ­āļĄāļē āļ‰ัāļ™āļ›āļĢāļ°āļŠāļšāļ­ุāļšัāļ•ิāđ€āļŦāļ•ุāļĢ้āļēāļĒāđāļĢāļ‡āđāļĨāļ°āļ•้āļ­āļ‡āļĢัāļāļĐāļēāļ•ัāļ§āđƒāļ™āđ‚āļĢāļ‡āļžāļĒāļēāļšāļēāļĨāđ€āļ›็āļ™āđ€āļ§āļĨāļēāļŦāļĨāļēāļĒāđ€āļ”ืāļ­āļ™ āđ„āļĄ่āļĄีāļ„āļĢāļ­āļšāļ„āļĢัāļ§āļŦāļĢืāļ­āļ„āļ™āļ­ื่āļ™ āđ† āļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļĄ่āļĄีāļ„āļ™āļĄāļēāđ€āļĒี่āļĒāļĄ āđāļ•่āļ‰ัāļ™āļ็āđ„āļĄ่āļŠāļ™āđƒāļˆ āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļˆ็āļšāļ›āļ§āļ”āļĄāļēāļāđ€āļิāļ™āđ„āļ›āđāļĨāļ°āļ­ีāļāļ„āļĢั้āļ‡ āļ•āļ­āļ™āđāļĢāļāđ„āļĄ่āļ„ิāļ”āļ§่āļēāļˆāļ°āļĄีāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ­āļĒู่ āļ‰ัāļ™āļ™āļ­āļ™āđ€āļĒāļ­āļ°āđāļĨāļ°āļšāļēāļ‡āļ„āļĢั้āļ‡āļ็āļ”ู Netflix āļšāļ™ iPad āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™ āļžāļĒāļēāļšāļēāļĨāļ–่āļēāļĒāļĢูāļ›āļ‰ัāļ™āļ”้āļ§āļĒāđ„āļ­āđāļžāļ” āđāļ•่āļ­ุāļ›āļāļĢāļ“์āļŦāļĨุāļ”āļˆāļēāļāļāļēāļĢāđ‚āļ•้āđ€āļ–ีāļĒāļ‡āļัāļšāļŠāļēāļ„āļēāđ‚āļĄāļĄāļēāļĒāļĨ์āđāļĨāļ°āđ€āļŠีāļĒāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ่āļ­āļ™āļ—ี่āļˆāļ°āļ­ัāļ›āđ‚āļŦāļĨāļ”āļĢูāļ›āļ āļēāļž āļ™ี่āļ„ืāļ­āļ§ิāļ§āļˆāļēāļāđ€āļ•ีāļĒāļ‡āļ™āļ­āļ™āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™āļ—ี่āļ‰ัāļ™āļ–่āļēāļĒāļ”้āļ§āļĒāđ‚āļ—āļĢāļĻัāļžāļ—์āđƒāļ™āļ§ัāļ™āļŦāļ™ึ่āļ‡ Tres āļ™่āļēāđ€āļšื่āļ­ :)

I had quite a lot of breaks and fractures. Now I have a special parking permit for my car, which is kinda cool, but I can't walk or pick things up or clean my house like I used to, and that sucks.
āļ‰ัāļ™āļĄีāļ­āļēāļāļēāļĢāđāļ•āļāļŦัāļāđāļĨāļ°āđāļ•āļāļŦัāļāļ„่āļ­āļ™āļ‚้āļēāļ‡āļĄāļēāļ āļ•āļ­āļ™āļ™ี้āļ‰ัāļ™āļĄีāđƒāļšāļ­āļ™ุāļāļēāļ•āļˆāļ­āļ”āļĢāļ–āđāļšāļšāļžิāđ€āļĻāļĐāļŠāļģāļŦāļĢัāļšāļĢāļ–āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ‰ัāļ™ āļ‹ึ่āļ‡āļ„่āļ­āļ™āļ‚้āļēāļ‡āļ”ี āđāļ•่āļ‰ัāļ™āđ„āļĄ่āļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āđ€āļ”ิāļ™āļŦāļĢืāļ­āļŦāļĒิāļšāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļŦāļĢืāļ­āļ—āļģāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļŠāļ°āļ­āļēāļ”āļš้āļēāļ™āđ€āļŦāļĄืāļ­āļ™āđ€āļĄื่āļ­āļ่āļ­āļ™āđ„āļ”้ āđāļĨāļ°āļ™ั่āļ™āđāļĒ่āļĄāļēāļ

And now . . . Now I’d love to have that energetic kind of life I used to have; the kind of life I thought I’d still have; but I don’t. Sadly, reading about those people of an age similar to mine who do have that life, the great partner, the family, go white water rafting, mountain climbing, organizing huge extended family reunions and so on makes me feel . . . not jealous so much as inadequate.


āđāļĨāļ°āļ•āļ­āļ™āļ™ี้ . . . āļ•āļ­āļ™āļ™ี้ āļ‰ัāļ™āļ­āļĒāļēāļāļˆāļ°āļĄีāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ—ี่āļāļĢāļ°āļ‰ัāļšāļāļĢāļ°āđ€āļ‰āļ‡āđāļšāļšāļ—ี่āļ‰ัāļ™āđ€āļ„āļĒāļĄี āļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āđāļšāļšāļ—ี่āļ‰ัāļ™āļ„ิāļ”āļ§่āļēāļ‰ัāļ™āļĒัāļ‡āļĄีāļ­āļĒู่ āđāļ•่āļ‰ัāļ™āļ—āļģāđ„āļĄ่āđ„āļ”้ āļ™่āļēāđ€āļĻāļĢ้āļēāļ—ี่āļāļēāļĢāļ­่āļēāļ™āđ€āļี่āļĒāļ§āļัāļšāļ„āļ™āļ—ี่āļĄีāļ­āļēāļĒุāđƒāļāļĨ้āđ€āļ„ีāļĒāļ‡āļัāļšāļ‰ัāļ™āļ—ี่āļĄีāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āđ€āļŠ่āļ™āļ™ั้āļ™ āļ„ู่āļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ—ี่āļ”ี āļ„āļĢāļ­āļšāļ„āļĢัāļ§ āļāļēāļĢāļĨ่āļ­āļ‡āđāļ่āļ‡ āļāļēāļĢāļ›ีāļ™āđ€āļ‚āļē āļāļēāļĢāļˆัāļ”āļ‡āļēāļ™āļ„ืāļ™āļŠู่āđ€āļŦāļĒ้āļēāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ„āļĢāļ­āļšāļ„āļĢัāļ§āđƒāļŦāļ่āđāļĨāļ°āļ­ื่āļ™ āđ† āļ—āļģāđƒāļŦ้āļ‰ัāļ™āļĢู้āļŠึāļ . . āđ„āļĄ่āļ­ิāļˆāļ‰āļēāļˆāļ™āđ€āļิāļ™āļžāļ­āļ”ี

Statistically speaking, our chances of illness or injury significantly increase after 60. Life, our lives, can turn on a dime, and change in literally a heartbeat, and we have to come to terms with a new normal. That may very well include limited time out of the house and quite a lot of time on the bed or wherever, reading, watching television, or just resting.
āļžูāļ”āļ•āļēāļĄāļŠāļ–ิāļ•ิāđāļĨ้āļ§ āđ‚āļ­āļāļēāļŠāđ€āļˆ็āļšāļ›่āļ§āļĒāļŦāļĢืāļ­āļšāļēāļ”āđ€āļˆ็āļšāļ‚āļ­āļ‡āđ€āļĢāļēāđ€āļžิ่āļĄāļ‚ึ้āļ™āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āļĄāļēāļāļŦāļĨัāļ‡āļˆāļēāļāļ­āļēāļĒุ 60 āļ›ี āļŠีāļ§ิāļ• āļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļ„āļ™āđ€āļĢāļēāđ€āļ›āļĨี่āļĒāļ™āđāļ›āļĨāļ‡āđ„āļ”้āđ€āļžีāļĒāļ‡āđ€āļĨ็āļāļ™้āļ­āļĒ āđāļĨāļ°āđ€āļ›āļĨี่āļĒāļ™āđāļ›āļĨāļ‡āđƒāļ™āļˆัāļ‡āļŦāļ§āļ°āļāļēāļĢāđ€āļ•้āļ™āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļŦัāļ§āđƒāļˆ āđāļĨāļ°āđ€āļĢāļēāļ•้āļ­āļ‡āļ—āļģāđƒāļˆāļัāļšāļ§ิāļ–ีāđƒāļŦāļĄ่ āļ™ั่āļ™āļ­āļēāļˆāļĢāļ§āļĄāļ–ึāļ‡āđ€āļ§āļĨāļēāļ—ี่āļˆāļģāļัāļ”āđƒāļ™āļāļēāļĢāļ­āļ­āļāļˆāļēāļāļš้āļēāļ™āđāļĨāļ°āļĄีāđ€āļ§āļĨāļēāļ„่āļ­āļ™āļ‚้āļēāļ‡āļĄāļēāļāļšāļ™āđ€āļ•ีāļĒāļ‡āļŦāļĢืāļ­āļ—ี่āđ„āļŦāļ™āļ็āļ•āļēāļĄ āļ­่āļēāļ™āļŦāļ™ัāļ‡āļŠืāļ­ āļ”ูāđ‚āļ—āļĢāļ—ัāļĻāļ™์ āļŦāļĢืāļ­āđ€āļžีāļĒāļ‡āđāļ„่āļžัāļāļœ่āļ­āļ™

I do love and admire the get-up-and-go so many older people have, and I’m sure lots of people feel the same way. But those many people who would love to do the same but simply can’t, shouldn’t be forgotten or viewed as people who just aren’t doing everything they could. Their confined and limited lives are usually very different from what they imagined their lives would be like in their senior years.
āļ‰ัāļ™āļĢัāļāđāļĨāļ°āļŠื่āļ™āļŠāļĄāļāļēāļĢāļĨุāļāļ‚ึ้āļ™āđāļĨāļ°āđ„āļ›āļ•่āļ­āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļœู้āļŠูāļ‡āļ§ัāļĒāļˆāļģāļ™āļ§āļ™āļĄāļēāļ āđāļĨāļ°āļ‰ัāļ™āđāļ™่āđƒāļˆāļ§่āļēāļŦāļĨāļēāļĒāļ„āļ™āļ็āļĢู้āļŠึāļāđāļšāļšāđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§āļัāļ™ āđāļ•่āļ„āļ™āļˆāļģāļ™āļ§āļ™āļĄāļēāļāļ—ี่āļŠāļ­āļšāļ—āļģāđ€āļŠ่āļ™āđ€āļ”ีāļĒāļ§āļัāļ™āđāļ•่āļ—āļģāđ„āļĄ่āđ„āļ”้ āļ็āđ„āļĄ่āļ„āļ§āļĢāļ–ูāļāļĨืāļĄāļŦāļĢืāļ­āļĄāļ­āļ‡āļ§่āļēāđ€āļ›็āļ™āļ„āļ™āļ—ี่āđ„āļĄ่āđ„āļ”้āļ—āļģāļ—ุāļāļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āļ—ี่āļ—āļģāđ„āļ”้ āļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ—ี่āļ–ูāļāļ„ุāļĄāļ‚ัāļ‡āđāļĨāļ°āļˆāļģāļัāļ”āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāļĄัāļāļˆāļ°āđāļ•āļāļ•่āļēāļ‡āļ­āļĒ่āļēāļ‡āļĄāļēāļāļˆāļēāļāļŠิ่āļ‡āļ—ี่āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāļˆิāļ™āļ•āļ™āļēāļāļēāļĢāļ§่āļēāļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļ‚āļ­āļ‡āļžāļ§āļāđ€āļ‚āļēāļˆāļ°āđ€āļ›็āļ™āđ€āļŦāļĄืāļ­āļ™āđƒāļ™āļ›ีāļŠุāļ”āļ—้āļēāļĒ

Beyond health issues, we must not forget the financial ordeals that have beset literally millions. I was very blessed to escape without too much damage but the GFC destroyed retirement plans for untold numbers and even left many homeless. There is any number of other financial crises outside the GFC that can and do happen unexpectedly, turning lives upside down; and of course, COVID struck and beyond those who sadly fell ill from it, businesses closed and people lost their jobs and anyone who came through the last 65 years still able to retire with their health relatively intact, a degree of comfort, and financial stability could do worse than consider, there but for the grace of….

āļ™āļ­āļāļˆāļēāļāļ›ัāļāļŦāļēāļŠุāļ‚āļ āļēāļžāđāļĨ้āļ§ āđ€āļĢāļēāļ•้āļ­āļ‡āđ„āļĄ่āļĨืāļĄāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļĒāļēāļāļĨāļģāļšāļēāļāļ—āļēāļ‡āļāļēāļĢāđ€āļ‡ิāļ™āļ—ี่āļĢุāļĄāđ€āļĢ้āļēāļ„āļ™āļ™ัāļšāļĨ้āļēāļ™ āļ‰ัāļ™āļĄีāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļŠุāļ‚āļĄāļēāļāļ—ี่āļŦāļ™ีāđ„āļ”้āđ‚āļ”āļĒāđ„āļĄ่āļĄีāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāđ€āļŠีāļĒāļŦāļēāļĒāļĄāļēāļāđ€āļิāļ™āđ„āļ› āđāļ•่ GFC āļ—āļģāļĨāļēāļĒāđāļœāļ™āļāļēāļĢāđ€āļāļĐีāļĒāļ“āļ­āļēāļĒุāđ€āļ›็āļ™āļˆāļģāļ™āļ§āļ™āļĄāļŦāļēāļĻāļēāļĨāđāļĨāļ°āļĒัāļ‡āļ—āļģāđƒāļŦ้āļ„āļ™āđ„āļĢ้āļš้āļēāļ™āļ­ีāļāļˆāļģāļ™āļ§āļ™āļĄāļēāļ āļĄีāļ§ิāļāļĪāļ•āļāļēāļĢāļ“์āļ—āļēāļ‡āļāļēāļĢāđ€āļ‡ิāļ™āļ­ื่āļ™āđ† āļ­ีāļāļˆāļģāļ™āļ§āļ™āļĄāļēāļāļ™āļ­āļ GFC āļ—ี่āļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āđāļĨāļ°āđ€āļิāļ”āļ‚ึ้āļ™āđ„āļ”้āđ‚āļ”āļĒāđ„āļĄ่āļ„āļēāļ”āļ„ิāļ” āļ‹ึ่āļ‡āļ—āļģāđƒāļŦ้āļŠีāļ§ิāļ•āļžāļĨิāļāļœัāļ™ āđāļĨāļ°āđāļ™่āļ™āļ­āļ™āļ§่āļēāđ‚āļĢāļ„āđ‚āļ„āļ§ิāļ”āđ€āļ‚้āļēāļ„āļĢāļ­āļšāļ‡āļģāđāļĨāļ°āļ™āļ­āļāļˆāļēāļāļœู้āļ—ี่āļ›่āļ§āļĒāļ”้āļ§āļĒāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāđ€āļĻāļĢ้āļē āļ˜ุāļĢāļิāļˆāļ›ิāļ”āđāļĨāļ°āļœู้āļ„āļ™āļ•āļāļ‡āļēāļ™ āđāļĨāļ°āđƒāļ„āļĢāļ็āļ•āļēāļĄāļ—ี่āļ­āļēāļĒุ 65 āļ›ีāļ—ี่āļœ่āļēāļ™āļĄāļēāļĒัāļ‡āļŠāļēāļĄāļēāļĢāļ–āđ€āļāļĐีāļĒāļ“āđ„āļ”้āđ‚āļ”āļĒāļ—ี่āļŠุāļ‚āļ āļēāļžāļ„่āļ­āļ™āļ‚้āļēāļ‡āļŠāļĄāļšูāļĢāļ“์ āļŠāļšāļēāļĒāđƒāļˆāđ„āļ”้āļĢāļ°āļ”ัāļšāļŦāļ™ึ่āļ‡āđāļĨāļ°āļĄีāļ„āļ§āļēāļĄāļĄั่āļ™āļ„āļ‡āļ—āļēāļ‡āļāļēāļĢāđ€āļ‡ิāļ™ āļ—āļģāđ€āļŠีāļĒāļĒิ่āļ‡āļāļ§่āļēāļ„āļģāļ™ึāļ‡āļĄีāđāļ•่āđ€āļžื่āļ­āļžāļĢāļ°āļ„ุāļ“āļ‚āļ­ā.





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