Watching my parents lose the ability to drive was painful. Mom mourned the loss of her car until her death. She had just got her license in her fifties and felt bereft without this “new” independence. She would look out the window and say” I wish I had my car.” Dad wouldn’t give up the keys for a long time past his ability to drive safely- getting lost, hitting minor things, doing odd things like stopping mid- road. It was difficult for him to admit he couldn’t drive. Looked at me like a thief if I borrowed his car and demanded the keys when I returned. Ugh. What a mess. I hope I do better.