Identity in Late Adulthood

I feel that the death of my mother in the year I turned 65 really put me up a generation so that I became superannuated, as it were, officially. I was pleased that I felt ready to move out of paid employment. But I’m also very conscious of the feeling of transition now—this sense of a very large challenge looming ahead, and a sense of preparing for that. The older I get, the more I worry about the constraints of aging and the physical problems that might come up.