Long ago, I read a Dear Abby (or was it Ann Landers?) letter from a woman who was beside herself with guilt. Everyone knew it was time for her father to give up driving, but no one wanted to hurt his feelings. At the end of a family gathering, grandpa put his car in drive instead of reverse. Unfortunately, his grandson was standing in front of the car. Grandpa took his grandson's legs off at the knees as he crushed him between his bumper and the vehicle parked in front.
We all need a trusted younger person whom we entrust with instructions to tell us when "It's time." By the time strangers or police are telling us, it's way too late. We desperately need the adults to behave with some maturity, but that doesn't seem to be in the cards.