My Scrambled Nest

An Almost-Empty Nest Journey of "Letting Go" With Laughter and Love, By Cathy Free

My mother is back in the hospital, this time due to a bedsore wound after nurses at her latest “uncaring” center didn’t carefully follow doctors’ orders for her care. She should be out in a few days, but in the meantime, my family took Christmas to her this year since she couldn’t join us for …

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When my husband and I picked up our son at his college dorm the other day for his three-week winter break, the first thing we wondered was, “What happened to the days of flinging a few wrinkled changes of clothes and a toothbrush into a backpack?” We were astounded that it took¬†two¬†trips to haul all …

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At the height of my sorrow several weeks ago when I thought that my mother was dying, I escaped for a night at the Utah Symphony to find comfort in Rachmaninoff and Elgar. Shortly before the concert started, I thought that I recognized the back of a young man’s dark blond head, five rows in …

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My mother, Joy, left the hospital for a rehab center over the weekend, nine days after I instinctively pulled her out of hospice, saving her life. On my way out of the hospital for (hopefully) the last time, I walked past the lobby gift shop and spotted something in the window: a large sign of …

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