Aging Parent(s)

[Drunk Monk]

My mom is in her late 80s and still drives although only locally and in daylight.  She's one of the last drivers among her circle of friends, so her weekly regimen is chauffeuring them to stores and doctor's appointments and such.  She's doing well, often complaining that she's losing her memory but then remembers things that I do not.  I've been dropping by every week for well over a decade and a half now.  And there's always this fear that I'll open the door and she'll be in some horrible state, collapsed from a fall or worse.  But she's there, watching TV at high volume, like always.  I think my dad's sudden collapse put that fear in me.  

My dad was super handy being an engineer and all.  He could fix all manner of stuff.  My mom asked me to fix her paper shredder about a month ago and I was like 'Mom, just buy a new one.'