WHEN I THINK OF ‘AGING GRACEFULLY,’ it is not the wrinkle-free skin and perpetual youthfulness that come to mind but living independently and enjoying every day until the final goodbye.
Growing up, I got to see that a lot. Many of the elderly people I knew lived on their own managing the best they could and getting occasional help from family, and some moved in with their loved ones when they became too frail.
I lost my grandparents at a young age, but we had many elderly neighbours who were part of our lives.
They had a special place in society and for a good reason: they had the kind of wisdom only a life lived can bestow. There was a measure of balance having them around, which I came to understand much better as an adult.