Minnesota Prairie Roots

Writing and photography by Audrey Kletscher Helbling

Reuniting after a year of separation March 15, 2021

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The main street through Belview, Minnesota.

WE ARRIVED NEARLY A HALF HOUR early in the small southwestern Minnesota community. But I didn’t want to be late for my scheduled 10:30 am visit. So, after a brief tour around Belview and stopping for several photo ops, Randy pulled the van into the parking lot next to the low-slung building adjoining the city park.

I slid the back passenger side door open, camera secured over my shoulder, and grabbed a cloth tote bag from the seat. Inside I’d stashed several family photos, my bible, a devotional and two pictures colored by my nearly 5-year-old granddaughter. Randy eased out a vase of flowers secured in a bucket.

Our destination. Minnesota Prairie Roots file photo.

Then we headed across the parking lot on this Saturday morning in March, aiming west a short distance to the front entry. I looked for the doorbell I was told to ring. I pushed the button. We waited, the cold prairie wind sweeping around the care center. I shivered. Randy punched the button again. Peering through the double glass doors, I saw figures at the far end of the hallway. Soon a woman approached and invited us inside. I leaned into the heavy interior door, barely able to push its weight inward.

Once in the building, staff checked us in, took our temps, asked if we were experiencing any symptoms of illness. Apparently I didn’t answer. “If you were, you wouldn’t be here, right?” the young aide prompted. I nodded. Then I grabbed the goggles I was told to take and slipped them over my prescription eyeglasses with some hesitancy.

AN EMOTIONAL MOMENT

That’s when I saw her. My mom. Staff wheeling her across the carpet toward me. A short distance from her room to our designated meeting spot in the day room. In that moment, profound emotions overtook me and I cried. Not uncontrollable crying. But crying that represented a year of separation. One year had passed since I last saw Mom face-to-face. “Are you OK?” a staffer asked with concern.

I was. And I wasn’t. I understood that I needed to pull myself together, that this was not about me and how I felt, but about my mom. My arms ached to reach out and hug her, to hold her hand, to touch her and never let go. To kiss her cheeks.

RECONNECTING

Staff wheeled Mom to the end of a table in the day room. Randy and I were advised to keep a six-foot distance. We knew enough to keep our masks on. A screen provided some privacy. But I was cognizant of people occasionally moving on the other side. Yet, it really didn’t matter. I was here. In the same room with my sweet mom. Randy and I would have 15 minutes with her together before he had to leave and I could move into her room for a compassionate care visit. Mom is in hospice.

Mom’s health is such that conversation with her is one-sided. Us talking. Her listening, if she could hear us over the whir of her oxygen machine. Randy and I talked in raised voices. And when I showed her photos of my grandchildren, her great grandchildren, the skin around her eyes crinkled, indicating a smile beneath her face mask. There were more smiles and moments of connection, of understanding, of recognition. And those were enough to bring me joy. And her, too. I could see it in her reaction.

When Randy told Mom goodbye, she didn’t understand why he had to leave. Mercifully, her cognition and memory are such that she doesn’t comprehend COVID and all that entails, including the reason we haven’t seen her face-to-face in exactly one year.

CURIOUS GEORGE AND GOOD SAMARITANS AND A SMILEY FACE

Mom holds her Curious George.

We moved to her room, me carrying the vase of vivid flowers. Once there, I asked the aide to switch off the Curious George DVD playing on the TV. Mom was already fixated on the cartoon, which she loves. A stack of DVDs featuring the mischievous monkey rested on a table below the television and a stuffed animal Curious George sat on a recliner in the corner. I picked it up and gave it to her and Mom cuddled the monkey on her lap.

I looked around her room, bulletin boards crammed with family photos. I commented on the picture of Jesus the Good Shepherd that graced her bedroom wall on the farm. And I admired the bright over-sized smiley face posted on the bathroom door and felt gratitude to my aunt and uncle, who live just blocks away, for making this for Mom. Below, I saw a picture of a dog fish colored by my granddaughter in a rainbow of hues.

I talked with Mom about cream cheese roll-out cookies and my older brother sneaking ice cream from the freezer and eating it atop the haystack. She laughed. I talked about how she worked so hard to raise a family of six children and that now it was time for her to rest. Occasionally her eyes fluttered shut and I could tell she was growing tired. I continued to talk on other topics, although I’m uncertain how much she heard or comprehended. Yet, I have to think my mere presence, the sound of my voice, comforted her.

A staffer popped in for a moment, praising Mom for eating her pancake and drinking her juice and milk at breakfast. “Good job, Mom,” I said, feeling like I was the mom and she the child. And, in many ways, that would be accurate.

Soon the staffer returned and handed me a sheet of paper and said Mom might like it if I read some of the information thereon. My eyes landed on a story about Neil Sedaka, then quickly shifted to an article about National Good Samaritan Day on March 13. I scanned the piece, chose tidbits to share about the Good Samaritan parable from the bible. To show kindness. To help others. It seemed fitting for this day, in this small town care center where staff show great compassion. I will always feel grateful to the healthcare workers and other staff who have cared for my mom like a family member.

SAYING GOODBYE

The smiley face poster, from Mom’s in-laws, on the exterior bathroom door.

As time ticked toward 11:30 and lunch and the end of my hour-long allotted visit, I knew I needed to leave. “I have to go. Maybe next time I can take you outside so you can hear the birds, see the trees.” Mom smiled beneath her face mask. “I love you, Mom.” Tears brimmed.

“I love you,” she replied. Her words felt like a hug, a kiss. Bringing us together after a year of separation caused by a pandemic.

In the doorway I stopped, turned for one final look at Mom. “I love you,” I repeated, then crossed the lobby to the staffer monitoring the front door. “I’ll need you to sign out,” she said. By then I was already crying, barely able to find a pen to note my departure time. I thanked her, observed the compassion in her eyes.

Then I walked into the sunshine of an incredibly beautiful Saturday in March in southwestern Minnesota. I turned left toward the parking lot where Randy waited. I opened the van door, swung onto the seat, removed my face mask and then sobbed uncontrollably, shoulders heaving, face in my hands. Emotionally-exhausted.

© Copyright 2021 Audrey Kletscher Helbling

 

20 Responses to “Reuniting after a year of separation”

  1. Beverly A Walker Says:

    Audrey, I wept reading your blog this morning. I wonder how I will be when I see my siblings in a few weeks at Easter. It has been a year this past January. Hugs to you and for your mom!

    • Thank you for the hugs, Bev. I expect when you see your siblings at Easter, you, too, will feel emotional. I haven’t seen my siblings since December 2019, with the exception of Lanae (whom I last saw about a year ago). We need to be vaccinated before family reunions happen.

  2. bittersweet, Audrey. ❤ ❤ ❤

  3. BERNADETTE Thomasy Says:

    You packed a year’s worth of emotion into one hour with your mother. Thank you for sharing and i hope that writing and reflecting about your visit released more of the feelings that were held inside for so long. You and your mother are blessed with the wonderful staff at the care center.

  4. Juli McCarlson Webster SD Says:

    Thank you! Beautiful and sad at the same time. I am in tears. Our family is at the starting process of finding skilled care for our father, away from the family farm. Jesus hold you all close these days.

  5. Norma Says:

    Oh Audrey. I feel your love for your mom while reading about your visit with her. I am also in tears. My mother has been gone for over 30 years, but there is not a day that goes by that I don’t think of her. I’m not confined like she is, but I miss my family so much. May God bless you, and her.

  6. Kathleen Cassen Mickelson Says:

    Oh, Audrey, this must have been a hard post to write. I wish I’d been close by to at least hand you a tissue. xoxo

  7. Oh my heart aches for you Audrey, I’m so sorry that you have had to wait too long to visit your mom. I’m glad that you finally got to be with her, so good for both of you, but never enough time. Sending big hugs your way my friend!

  8. valeriebollinger Says:

    i’m so happy for you! Hopefully it just keeps getting better and better!

  9. Laurine R Jannusch Says:

    I am so happy you had that time with your mom. Having had a mother who lived a very long life ending in dementia, I remember what it was like to come from a distance and visit her. You will never forget being able to spend that time with her, however short it was (and you will find it comforting in years to come). She served as a blessing to many during her lifetime, and that, too, will be a comfort. Laurine Jannusch

  10. Sandra Says:

    Glad you sobbed hard, there’s times it’s the only answer. She is safe, cared for lovingly, she felt your love. Virtual doesn’t get it done. Those that don’t experience parent care miss out. I’m one shot down, the daughters are relieved after registering 5 places and I’m in the eligible group! Start preparing for the next visit…hugs!

    • Sandra, I’m thankful you got your first dose. We are still waiting to become eligible.

      And, yes, I needed that good hard cry. It helped. I didn’t expect to feel so overwhelmed with emotion. But I suppose it makes sense after a year.


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