Wow, what a timely topic. I work for an employee benefits consulting firm, in the Retirement benefits department. I run their website, so I view a steady stream of "how much is enough" articles and how defined benefit plans are going away.
Next, hubby is an engineer for GM, and he may be getting an early retirement package next month. He's only 55, so it's a bit scary but I'm thinking he'd better take what he can get from them before they go belly-up. We'll see....
Finally, my mother is 92 and has Alzheimer's and is in a nursing home. I'm an only child, and my dad died in November. He was a frugal, conservative person, and if you asked him, he'd have told you they were rich. They were by standards of someone who was raised during the depression. However, when he went from monthly expenses of groceries & utilities only to $7000+ a month for the nursing home, he was in over his head. He could see their savings balance declining rapidly and the stress was too much. I'm convinved the stroke was brought on by the worry. He has 8 homes on which he holds promissory notes, and these are all folks who couldn't get a conventional loan. Some months I collect everything due, but most I don't. It's a constant battle, and my greatest fear is my mother who is paralyzed from a stroke, wears a diaper and can't even remember my father's name will live another 10+ years. She has no quality of life. But I guess my point is, you save and do what's right all your life, and it all gets spent to keep you in diapers, while the person in the bed next to you spent like a wild person all their life and Medicaid pays for the exact same care. It just doesn't seem fair.
Makes me think I want to start smoking again, each chicken fried steak every single day never exercise and go when I'm 70 so I don't end up like my mom.
I told my husband that I NEVER want my name and the word DIAPER used in the same sentence. If it that happens, it's time to do a Thelma & Louise.
I would not wish a nursing home plus Alzheimer's and a long life on my worst enemy.