When A Parent Must Leave Home

PHOTO- Charming family home, built in 1908
Charming family home, built in 1908

We have a long-time neighbor and friend named Lad. He tutored our oldest son in math. Our families exchanged baked goods, shared meals, and enjoyed conversations on our front porches. We’ve watched as our neighborhood evolved from “unsafe,” to one where even the dicey streets have been gentrified, and houses are now selling in excess of $1 million.

A couple months ago, Lad called to let me know he was planning to move. I wasn’t too surprised—there hasn’t been a better time to sell here. Seattle has zero inventory available. Houses sell in one day. There are bidding wars. Many friends have downsized from their huge Seattle homes to lofts, condos and simpler “country life” on some of the islands surrounding the city. As they sold their family homes, they amassed enough funds to buy another, smaller house, with plenty left over to see them through their retirements

But for Lad, it wasn’t just about cashing out. He and his dog have been on their own for eight years, and Lad has been having a harder time getting around. Living alone in a big old house can be comforting, but not always easy.

It can be a hard decision to leave the place where you’ve raised your family, but sometimes circumstances can make the decision for you.

Lad said, “You and David should start now to figure out what your plan will be. I wish I’d started 10 years ago.”

His advice made me think. Like Lad, my husband David, and I have a big, old house. Like Lad, we’ve had decades to accumulate stuff. We’ve never had to rent a storage unit. We have had it built-in

Aaron, Lad’s oldest son, could see the difficulty Lad having as he decided what to do. Aaron is methodical. As a project manager at Amazon, working day and night with teams around the world, he was an ace at solving problems. He observed what was happening and said, “Dad, you can’t live in this house any longer. You’re going to kill yourself going up and down these steps. You have to move, so let’s move.”

That was it.

Lad needed to live somewhere where people were around to help if he needed it. The idea of moving from a home full of memories and possessions is daunting. There can be so much stuff. Some of it isn’t even YOUR stuff—it belongs to your kids. Where to begin?

Aaron laid it out pretty simply:
  • Think about the things that are essential — that you need to live and want for your one-bedroom apartment: Clothes, personal items you use every day; things that are very special that you want to be able to see and use.

  • Pack a couple of boxes of things you want to keep. Maybe you won’t use them often, but you want to know they’re still there for you. You can get them out of storage when you want them.

  • Things you can’t bear to see go away—give them to someone special. If you want things to stay in the family, let us know. I’ll take care of the rest. I’ll get the family together and we will figure out what to do.

At the end of the day, Lad followed Aaron’s advice. They found a place for him to live. He reduced his life to a few boxes of things. He also took a couple of pieces of furniture, and a few pieces of art to his new apartment.

Says Lad, “I have 5 guitars and a banjo. I took 4 and gave the other two instruments to my son-in-law. I don’t think I can live with fewer than 4, but if I find I can get by with 2 or 3, the others will go into storage.

The contents of Lad’s house are still being packed up. “At some point the house will be empty, and the stagers will come and get the house ready to sell. That’s OK. It won’t be my house anymore. But it was my house for 30 years. The memories will always be part of me.”

Lad lost his wife, Kathy in 2010 to aggressive cancer. Before she died, she and Lad added a Chihuahua, “Niña,” to their family. I am glad Niña is along for this next leg of Lad’s journey. Toward the end of our conversation, Niña looked at me like she was expecting something to happen. She was right.

“We’re going back home in a second, Niner. Let me lock up.”


  1. What a sweet story, made me a bit sad.
    You are truly amazing writer, I think you should start to write short stories books.

    1. Dear Diana,

      Thank you for the response. I felt sad when Lad first told me about his plans. It felt good to be able to sit down and talk one day when he came by to pick up some things.

      It really made me think about having our own house full of memories. Most of the things I don't imagine would have meaning for anyone else! I'm trying to be mindful about paring down.

      We sure miss you guys. I felt happy hearing your voices today.

      Love you lots, mom

  2. What a lovely, sweet and sad story, Terri, you are a mesmerizing storyteller. I did my own paring down when I moved last year, so true that the memories stay with you but a home packed with furniture and memorabilia can be quite oppressing, I am always happiest when I can give cherished things away and they find a loving new home.

    1. Hi, Barbara. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment. Did you find it difficult to pare down?
      As I consider the direction my life could take, experiences like the one with Lad really make me take stock.
      I love your comment about being happy to give away cherished things. I have many things I've been reluctant to let go of. It's interesting, but once I make the decision to let them go, it feels like they're already gone. The feeling of lightness is a positive reinforcer.
      Wishing you all the best, and thank you again, Terri

  3. Lad was just the kind of person you want for a neighbor. If we were going to be gone for a few days Lad was the one we told. He was the guy to ask if you needed a helping hand. He told lively stories about growing up in the neighborhood and working in canneries in Alaska. But the years were taking their toll. So this post is a kind of wake up call. All that stuff that's been collecting dust... get rid of it!

    1. Dear D, This is so weird, but I thought I responded to this and now don't see the reply.

      In the months to Lad's move, I didn't see him very much, but I really feel his absence, especially when I look out the window and night and see only the porch light and a small inside light is on, telling me he's not there.

      He extended a kindness to say we have a chance to avoid at least part of process. I. I sure hope we can follow his wise words.


  4. Sounds like Lad and Aaron really worked together in their plans for Lad's future. How hard it must be to not only move out of your home but to leave your neighborhood and favorite neighbors. What a smart outline Aaron put together to help in purging all of the stuff.

    Your must miss having Lad there. I hope he's happy in his new digs. It's nice that he has little Niña there with him.

    Thanks for another poignant, thought provoking post, Terri. I hope that you'll write a book someday because I enjoy your writing so much and always want your stories to go on.

    1. Dear Jennifer,

      We've seen a lot of families torn apart because everyone wants everything. What a joy when a family all wants the same thing, and selflessly pursues what works best for parents or others.

      I suspect we are also going to be among the lucky ones, having great kids and siblings. Gotta count our blessings, for sure! And I count you among mine!

      ((HUGS)) love ya, T

  5. Anonymous10:46 PM

    Hey T, as usual your writing is thought provoking and kind. Love this post! Was drawn to comment as #7 [because it's a favorite + wanted to see the anon. comment profile] Bless you! t

    1. T, I think this is you. Thank you so much for reading and commenting. I remember what seemed not so long ago when I'd look at our parents and think, "they're old!" Now getting there myself it's a crazy trick because it doesn't seem possible for time to pass so quickly.

      I'm trying to be more mindful now. Thinking twice before accumulating something new...

      Wishing you well! XO

  6. Hey T,

    Thanks for another thought provoking post. oxox

    1. Teresa, hi and thanks. I hope you can stop by sometime and meet me at UPrep. I still want to talk with you! Thank you again for reading! XO<T


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