Even though they’re in assisted living, they still require help from the children they permitted to grow into legal adulthood. We take turns being available to them.
Of all their progeny, I live the closest. When Mom needs groceries or when the Old Man confuses his wife of 66 years for a Viet Cong sapper, I go over and straighten things out.
We also drive them places because they a) don’t have a car, b) don’t have driver licenses, and c) the cops would force them off the road after a long pursuit during which speeds would approach 19 mph.