She told us when it was time for her to stop driving, sell her house, and move to a more supported environment. She worked out which sheltered accommodation would suit her best, what size flat she wanted, and which furniture to leave behind. Taking no chances, she hired a financial planner once she got there to guide the process. She made a living will without any prodding.
My mother was a realist. She neither expected to live for ever, nor wanted to. Now, humiliated by her helplessness, she wanted nothing so much as a dignified way to die. And so, as mother’s health slowly worsened, I counted on her to tell me when she was ready to go, and she counted on me to help her find a way out. Daily Mail
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