Albert: The 95-Year-Old Who Refuses to Slow Down
This is Albert. He’s 95 years old, and easily one of the most remarkable people I know. I first met him through my window cleaning round — he’s one of my regular customers. Over time, he’s become more than just a stop on my route. He’s become someone I genuinely look forward to seeing.
Today, when I pulled up, there he was out front, paintbrush in hand, carefully working on freshening up his garden fence. The sun was shining, his old cap was perched slightly crooked on his head, and a little radio by his feet played cheerful tunes from decades past.
At an age when most people have long since given up doing anything physically demanding, Albert is always up to something. It’s honestly hard to keep up with him.
He does all his own DIY — painting, fixing, trimming, mending whatever needs mending. If something breaks, he doesn’t think twice before rolling up his sleeves to tackle it himself. If he spots a stray weed or a squeaky hinge, it’s sorted by the end of the day.
Every week, he puts on his sturdy walking shoes and heads off on his mile-long trek to the local shops. He insists on carrying all his shopping home himself — a bulging bag in each hand. When I tease him about letting someone else do the heavy lifting, he just chuckles and says, “Keeps the old ticker going!”
At home, Albert is the heartbeat of his household. Nearly every day, he cooks from scratch — and every Sunday without fail, he prepares a full roast dinner with all the trimmings. Yorkshire puddings, gravy, perfectly roasted veg — the works. Not just for himself, but for his wife, who is in poor health and needs extra care.
And that’s the part that really gets me. At 95, Albert isn’t just living for himself — he’s looking after his wife with complete devotion. Making sure she eats well, sees the doctor, gets fresh air when she can. You can see it in the small things: the gentle way he helps her into a chair, the quiet patience when she’s having a bad day.
Even beyond that, Albert still finds time for others. He continues to drive his little car, and often takes neighbors or old friends into town for shopping, appointments, or just a change of scenery. His days are full of purpose, generosity, and genuine care for the people around him.
A moment of joy
When I saw him painting today, I thought, this is exactly who Albert is. Hands busy, heart light, a cheeky grin on his face. I asked if I could take a photo to post online — to show people a glimpse of his spirit.
He paused, gave me a playful look, and said, “Want me to hold the brush up, make it look proper?” Then he struck a little pose, proud and beaming, paintbrush in hand.
So here he is.
Why I wanted to share this
People like Albert are rare. He’s lived nearly a century, seen the world change in ways most of us can’t imagine — and still, he greets every day with purpose. With work to be done, people to look after, and small joys to be found in the simplest of things: a freshly painted fence, a good walk, a Sunday roast, making his wife smile.
He reminds me (and maybe now, you) that getting older doesn’t have to mean slowing down, or losing your place in the world. If anything, Albert seems more anchored in what matters than most of us will ever be.
A small favor
If you’re reading this, do me a favor: give Albert a like, or leave a kind comment. Next time I’m by to clean his windows, I’ll show him. He might laugh and shake his head — modest as ever — but I guarantee it’ll make his day.
Just like he makes mine, every single time I see him out there, “messing around at home,” proving you’re never too old to keep living life to the fullest. 💛
