Dear friends, let me tell you about my daughter, Anne, who has seemingly lost her mind. She thinks just because I’m 90, I should be shipped off to some nursing home like an old piece of furniture. I ain’t ready for no home; I still got plenty of life left in me.
So, I told her straight up, “If you don’t want to take care of me, I’ll take care of myself. I’ve got my savings, and I’ll use them to hire a caregiver and stay right here in my own house.”