Getting old would scare me regardless of whether I had children willing to give up their own lives to be my caregivers or the best facility waiting for me with a suite. The fear is losing my ability to move, to make decisions, to use a fork to put food in my mouth. Dying. Everything would be easier with someone to help, but I don’t think many people, no matter how big their offspring pool, thinks about the damages of age without a healthy amount of dread.