My husband and I moved to the same village as one of our sons over 3 years ago. My husband died last year and it would have been very difficult if we had still been living in York.
This year I had an aortic dissection. If I had still been living in York, I would have been sent to either Hull or Leeds, as would my husband for his brain tumour op. Living closer to family meant we had both sons to help us when it was needed. In fact I moved in with one son and his family for two months until I went back for another scan.
Unfortunately, I can no longer do what I did before, but my family take me shopping and on holiday - although they are in Spain at the moment.
My 11 year old grandson stays sometimes, and he helps me now.
I help them by looking after two of my grandchildren after school and sometimes before school too. I can still run Granny's breakfast club!
However, they know to be more careful with me and not jump on my knee anymore, and that if I say I am tired I really am.
None of this would happen if we had stayed in York, although friends and family still say they regret us moving. We had a guest house and could put a lot of people up for Christmas and holidays.
However, we have jumped on a train and gone to York a few times since Ken died. It was hard at first but is getting easier to meet people in York.
That's where we moved to retire to after having the guest house for ten years.
Now we have a seat for him in Beamish, where we can go and have picnics, which is only 15 minutes drive from where we live. When we lived in York, we used to meet family at Beamish a couple of times a year.
You can keep traditions going wherever you live.