I think that once you reach 70 years, most of us are ready to go when the Lord calls us home. I don’t know of anyone that really worries as much as they did 10 years earlier. One is resigned to their fate, whatever it will be, and not concerned about extending it, particularly ones like your Grandfather who is relegated to home confinement.
I have seen how people die(hospitals, nursing homes ans in-home hospice). There are worse things than death (which we are going to do anyway). I prefer to go in my sleep but we don’t get to choose. I’ll never forget my grandmother told me in the nursing home “Don’t ever grow old”.
I’m 76, my father died 3 years ago at 94.
Am going to live until I die. And hold contempt toward those who want to tell me what to do. It is healthier. I take no prescription meds. Never have except for a few times an antibiotic.
The Jab was a good example of that. Neither my wife or I bought into that crap.
I've crossed that milestone, every additional day is a gift.
The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years...