For years the folks drove down to their 6-month rental. Then, as macular degeneration progressed my father finally conceded that he would no longer drive, much to the relief of his children. At that point one of us would take a long weekend and drive their packed car for them while they flew. Mom and Dad paid for the driver's trip down and return flight home.
This lasted for several years until, finally, at the ages of 82 and 84, they sold their home of 53 years along with all it's furnishings and moved to Florida permanently. All they had was a promise of a 6-month rental. I called them "gypsies," and reminded them of how they were all over my case when I made lifestyle choices like that. But good for them. Mom passed a couple of years ago, but Dad just celebrated his 89th birthday enjoying his corner condo on the ocean with a two-year lease. He's got a cruise planned for January and hopes to continue hitting his age on the golf course (with the help of his seeing-eye caddy.)