Dad had these coasters out at his lovely tidy, stuff-void apartment in San Antonio. He had finally seen the light. After years of dismissing thoughts of golden year preparations, he had warmed up to the idea. He was on it. He made decisions to pare back and live somewhere that best accommodated the challenges, truth and adventures on his horizon. “New Life Chapter One.” Why this is so hard for older adults to embrace eludes me. We spend our early adulthood making sure we plan for our children’s future, for their college and such. But then it’s like the blindfold goes on and people shuffle toward the finish without a plan. How much will I need to live my life comfortably? How much do I have to work with? What will my options for living and healthcare be if these are my parameters? How can I plan now to ensure I’m not asking the kids I got through college to fund my geri-life and alter their future? How can I live honestly but in a way that makes me happy? Why are these questions so hard or seemingly out-of-the-blue? Why does it have to be so uncomfortable to consider if the scenario is completely expected — for literally EVERYONE? #GrandPlans