Not any more ( both are long gone). However, I was exceedingly fortunate that in my thirties, my folks- then living in a retirement home of all things- did indeed take me back in. While costs have gone up precipitously since then I had returned to Denver in the middle of an awful economic slump, and had no car. That’s a death knell around these parts. They put up with me — not without issues- but saved my ass. I am forever indebted to their generosity. My folks both died long before I fully came into my own as a writer, speaker and athlete, but they at least saw the beginning of that arc. It’s hugely humbling, but by the same token, we are drawn back into “ village life" if you will, where people never moved that far away. There’s a great deal to be said for your daughter’s having time with her grands. It isn’t just the financial piece. The lessons abound. I learned a lot about how I didn’t want to end up by watching my parents do no exercise, my dad guzzling wine, and both of them losing a sense of purpose. Not what they might have intended,but those intimate observations provided me with powerful motivation to exercise for life, stay fully engaged as I age and not slow down into decrepitude. You will likely look back on this time with a combination of wiser eyes as well as gratitude for things you can’t even see yet. Many young people don’t have your options. I consider you fortunate.