I am 87 years old: if you cannot live alone, before going to a care home, consider these alternatives.

Expanding the circle

Then I spoke with Pablo, another neighbor who returns home late.

I asked him to stop by each evening just to check that I was okay.

In exchange, I receive his packages during the day.

Next, I partnered with Antonia, a widow my age. Cleaning had become difficult for both of us, so we hired a cleaner together and shared the cost.

Little by little, more people joined:

The bar owner nearby, who notices if I don’t show up in the morning
The pharmacist, who reminds me when prescriptions need renewing
The greengrocer, who delivers heavy groceries once a week
The result changed everything

Six months passed.

I never forgot my medication again.
My home stayed clean and organized.
Every night, someone made sure I was safe.

More importantly, I had purpose again.

I had conversations, responsibilities, and people who counted on me.

I no longer felt like a burden.