What I think is sad is that my parents were a lot like me when they were my age. They were early adopters, we had one of the first video game systems (with pong), one of the first VCR's, and we got our first computer in 1983. My parents taught the people at the my school how to use it, and I taught the people in my class. For a long time they were quite technically proficient.
There just came a time when these things started getting harder for them. My father can still do most things since he has to use a computer for work. I help him out with certain things, but he can do do most of what he needs to do. My mother has issues. They're running lots of tests and trying to figure out exactly what is going on with her. She is having problems with her memory, so she has difficulty remembering how to use the equipment I've set up for them. The only good thing about this is that it's forced my father to better understand everything so he can help her. So she calls him now, instead of me getting a call.