I was expecting some wisdom, at least some insight or sympathy from the article, supposed to be written by 80 year old. All I now feel is pity for her; early in her essay she snobs on "people feeling lonely around loving families" - comparing them to orphans that know true loneliness (and by the tone, she too). Then just a paragraph or two later she reveals she had a family; husband, kids and grandchildren. A couple…
I'm not sure how old you are, but as someone approaching retirement age, my thoughts are increasingly turning to such matters. I'm in good health currently but having watched the generation before me age and pass away, I know the spectrum of possibilities that awaits. I have no fear of being dead, but a realistic fear of what old age will be like: living in pain, loss of energy and desire, bad eyesight and hearing, mental diminishment to the point of confusion, repeated bouts of grief from the deaths of family and friends, and the knowledge that the process is a ratchet that can't be turned back or stopped (at least not yet).
Anyway, I hope I have the mental clarity to write something so thoughtful when I'm 80.