June 1: My Three-Years of Residency Here at THD

Three years ago, I made a decision that many people my age eventually face. I moved into an active senior living community. It was not a retreat from life, but rather a thoughtful step toward living it more simply and perhaps more fully. I came for the practical reasons: fewer worries about home maintenance, regular meals, organized activities, and the comfort of transportation services when needed. But like many transitions in life, what I expected and what I experienced have not been exactly the same.

In my first year here, the place felt almost like an extension of independent living with a social twist. At the dining tables, conversations were lively and wide-ranging. Most residents walked in on their own. A couple used wheelchairs, a few relied on walkers, and one or two, like me used a cane for balance and reassurance. It felt, in a quiet way, like a community holding steady against time.

Now, three years later, the picture has changed.

The number of walkers and cane users have multiplied, perhaps fourfold. Walkers are no longer a rarity. Some familiar faces no longer appear in the dining room because they have moved on to assisted living or memory care. And then there are the absences that feel heavier, those who are no longer with us at all. Just recently, two of my regular mealtime companions passed away. Their chairs sit empty, but their presence lingers in memory, in shared jokes, in unfinished conversations.

It is impossible not to notice these changes. Aging, when observed from a distance, is an abstract concept. But here, it is visible in real time, in real people, people you know, dine with, laugh with. It becomes personal.

And yes, I sometimes find myself asking the quiet question: When will it be my turn?

At ninety-one, I understand that this is not a morbid thought, but an honest one. It is part of the arithmetic of aging. We all know the direction the road leads; what we do not know is the timing. Living in a community like this simply brings that reality closer into view.

But here is the other side of that same coin.

I still write my daily blogs. I still play bridge four times a week. I still look forward to the weekly calls and visits from my children. And perhaps most importantly, I still find joy in the small, consistent rituals that shape my days, including my weekly one-hour whole-body massage, now a part of my life for over twenty-nine months. That hour, each week, is not just about physical comfort; it is a reminder that I am still here, still present, still capable of experiencing care, connection, and a sense of well-being.

Living in an active senior community has taught me that aging is not a single moment or event, it is a gradual unfolding. Some days it feels like loss: loss of mobility, loss of friends, loss of certainty. Other days, it feels like clarity. You begin to understand what truly matters, because so much else has fallen away.

What remains, for me, is surprisingly simple: connection, routine, reflection, and a continued curiosity about life itself.

I have also come to realize that living alone within a community is a unique experience. You are independent, yet never entirely alone. There is comfort in knowing that help is nearby, that a friendly face is just a short walk or a short ride away. But there is also a quiet space where you meet your own thoughts more directly. In that space, questions arise about time, about legacy, about meaning.

And perhaps that is the real gift of this stage of life.

We are given the opportunity to observe, to reflect, and to appreciate in ways that are often missed in younger years. The laughter at the dining table may be softer now, the steps slower, the circle smaller but the awareness is sharper.

Yes, I notice the walkers. Yes, I notice the empty chairs. And yes, I occasionally wonder about my own timeline. But I also notice that I am still here.

Still writing. Still thinking. Still feeling. And for today-that is enough.

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Here are some photos of Me and my Activities  during my 3-year residency here at THD

Ditas giving a Talk to All the Residents-Elders -our Guardian of Democracy