As an 89-year-old widowed woman, I feel very fortunate that my 50-year-old daughter, Eva, invited me to live with her for the rest of my life. I moved in with Eva when I was 82, and since then, I have broken my wrist, broken both ankles, and spent two weeks in bed with COVID. Eva is my full-time caregiver, as well as a full-time worker.

As I’ve gotten older, my mobility has declined. I now walk with a rollator and cannot do many of the simple things around the house that I have grown so accustomed to, like using a can opener or making myself a meal on the stove. I don’t drive anymore, so I rely on Eva, public transportation or walking to get everywhere I need to go. Eva can’t always take time away from work to be there for me every time I need her, but she certainly tries.