My 87-year-old mother wasn’t thrilled about the idea of moving into a retirement community. As a matter of fact, the topic really wasn’t open for discussion for a significant amount of time. What made this particularly frustrating was that—years before—she had actively researched some retirement community options on her own, and was open to the concept. Then her world started shrinking. When I would visit her (we lived 1,000 miles apart) I would notice that she wasn’t getting out. She’d stopped driving (which was probably a good thing). But not driving meant she wasn’t getting out to the bank or to pay bills, or to the library—or even to the grocery store. Friends and neighbors would try to get her out, but she resisted their efforts—preferring to be by herself where she wouldn’t feel stupid if she couldn’t follow a conversation. I increased the frequency of my visits, but saw her world continue to shrink.