From a low income senior's perspective (and on behalf of many others).
As I reflect on my life I see many of my mistakes, particularly those over which I've had no control. I hold (terrible) secrets from the past, both personal and entrusted to me by others. No one truly cares about the secrets. No one truly cares about seniors. No one spends time to truly listen to seniors. No one truly takes care about us. I'm speaking of those of us who devoted our lives to you: our families, friends, neighbors, employers and co-workers. Senior's are now considered a burden without a purpose. Nothing can be done to change our past - yet it affects every day of your and our lives, your and our personalities and yours and our future. Many seniors will die lonely...and alone. However, seniors can count on our dear family and friends to "swoop in after our death" to lay claim to our most prized possessions. Where were you when we needed you? I have been on the very edge of death several times. Dying is peaceful. Life is torment. One year ago I was vivacious. Today I've given up and I'm just biding my time left on earth. What do you think I'm opting for, dying or life? And trust me, I'm not alone.
FYI facts: Seniors are so-o-o lucky. Medicare ends cancer treatment at age 70. There is no insurance coverage for home care for home-bound/bedridden seniors to receive even once per day help, let alone 24/7 care by a companion, for personal grooming, a sandwich, a drink or for help toileting. Families have become global and sadly don't have the time nor patience to spend with their elders. Families days are micromanaged as it is.
I'm so tired of watching my friends die, wishing that their loved ones cared, wishing just once SOMEONE said, "Thanks, I recognize how you loved me and devoted your life to me" and that just ONCE my senior friends truly felt "forgiven" for doing the best they could at the worst times of their lives by the children/ people who have held the same interfering grudges for 40-50 years.