I was 52 when my daughter died,and left me a 4year old grandaughter,my grandaughter is 24 next month,and I was 70 just after christmas.
I am still very much hands on,as she suffers with anxiety,she moved out last year on her birthday,I was hauling boxes etc up three flights of stairs.
A neighbour/ friend in a wheelchair relies on me to do things for him,he is 50.
I have a young grandaughter of 4,I dont see her very often,but we have fun when I do,in fact both grandaughters will be here at the weekend with my son,and the eldest stays weekends with me when she wants a rest,she works long hours.
I hosted christmas as I have done for the last 45 years,so creaky and waiting for new hip I maybe I still feel useful and needed,if only to vent or a shoulder to cry on.
Hopefully I shall be needed for years to come,the spirit is willing even if the flesh is week.
It is usually me dishing up food, teas and coffees to all and sundry.