My grandmother is the sort of person you should meet if you are afraid to get old. She was still driving when she was 90. However, one senior moment behind the wheel too many - especially when she ended up an hour from Atlanta, which meant I had to not only retrieve her but also hire someone to fetch her car - we agreed that it was time to move her into senior living. She moved into a community for independent seniors, which worked out for some time. Then we got a couple scares. First, she wandered off the property and got lost; thankfully, a good Samaritan picked her up and brought her home. Second, she left the stove on in her apartment and like to set the place on fire. After that it was time for Assisted Living. She now lives in the "memory center" but is quite happy there. At 92, though her mental state is not what it used to be, she still enjoys reading, playing games, and going on excursions. Physically she is in amazing shape, probably still able to whip at least her weight in wildcats. Nevertheless, it is sad to see her deteriorating so. I love her and I always will, the woman who brought my wonderful dad into the world, and after I moved in with her helped me go from a mere adult to a genuine lady.

Anonymous
Atlanta, GA