This is an interesting post... I am close to 63 and I moved to a "senior community" at the age of 59 because of a long time physical disability (fibromyalgia.) I handled a divorce from an abusive marriage, single parenting on a shoestring, estrangement from siblings all with difficulty, but all with hope and a sense of purpose. Nothing prepared me for what living among those whose next address might be the cemetery next door would cause me to feel.... completely hopeless and jealous that these seniors got to live their 85+ years in their homes or with their spouse, or in any other situation that was better than mine. Mind you, this is a lovely community but I feel I am just too young to witness the too frequent wails of sirens whisking these nice people off to who know what awaits them... and wondering if they will ever return. I didn't want to let my guard down, didn't want to get to know them beyond the "hello.. how are you?" A neighbor who I had gotten somewhat close to died recently. He had been ill for a couple of years but usually had an unbelievable attitude. I saw him a few days before he passed, and he knew it would be soon, and he said to me "we are all going to go through this... this is just my turn.." and since then I have been more at ease and more appreciative. I've become more focused on the life I have today and less fearful of when it will end. That, I can't change, but I can change my attitude and confront my fears so that all my "today's" are well lived.