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Monday, Dec. 08, 2008 @ 8:48 am

My grandfather is deteriorating. It's to be expected, really, at age 94, but we'd all though that he'd make it to 100.

Last week he crashed his car. He was driving a route that he drives 2x a week, and somehow he dozed off. The car hit a pole on the side of the road, causing the airbags to inflate. Meanwhile, my 80-something granny is beside him and hysterical, because he won't let her drive.

It has been frustrating for my family to try to get him to realize that he just can't live the way that he used to, that he has to accept that his body, as infallible as he previously though, is not capable of performing the same as a middle-aged adult. Let's face it - this 'little' accident last week could have been much worse. If he'd gone over the centre line, a head-on collision would have killed them both outright.

We're hoping that he will have to do a test to be able to drive again - a test that he knows that he will not pass - because nobody in my family had been successful in removing his driving privileges.

What really is required is a provincial standard. Not many people over the age of 85 are able to drive safely with the flow of traffic. And over age 90? Mandatory license removal, and implementation of discount taxi vouchers. Problem solved.

However, this brings up the topic early, and I said to my dad, "You know, when you get to be like Grandpa, are you going to listen to us that you shouldn't be drivng??"

And with this, I realize that I am going to be taking care of them in 20 years.

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