Winter 2018 Executive Director’s Note

Winter 2018 Executive Director’s Note

2017 was a year of change for Help At Your Door. Committed to meeting the diverse needs of our clients, their families, and caregivers, we expanded our services. In addition to bringing food to those in need, we now offer Home Support and Transportation, all of which help people continue their lifelong routines and stay connected to their communities.

I would like to thank all of our clients, caretakers, volunteers, staff and donors. It is a privilege to interact daily with people who care deeply about the independence of seniors and people with disabilities.

Being independent does not mean doing everything yourself. Knowing when to ask for help is often the key to preventing injury and improving quality of life. Many older adults need only a small amount of support to remain healthy and in their homes – and our services are helping people do just that.

With the number of older adults expected to grow significantly in the coming years, it is essential that Minnesotans have the support to embrace aging. In the year ahead, we will continue our efforts, giving those that we serve the peace of mind that comes with using our trusted, experienced services.

Thank you for your investment in our organization. We could not do what we do without you.

Karen Cotch
Executive Director

All. The. Time. A Fond Remembrance

All. The. Time. A Fond Remembrance

This story is from David Weiss who is in his fourth year as a Grocery Assistance driver for Help at Your Door.

Of course, I like all my clients. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have favorites. And Delores—“Dorey”—was a favorite. We’d only just met a few eye blinks ago by her standards: she was already 94 years old when I started delivering her groceries.

But for nearly the past two years I was at her doorstep like clockwork every other week. If the weather was good she’d have the inside door propped open so she could watch for me. As I unloaded her groceries to the near counter and the stovetop, she shuttled them over to the far counter and into the freezer, remarking with a chuckle, “I don’t know if I’m helping or hindering.” She said that every single time. She was helping, but her meaning carried more by the chuckle than the words themselves was simply, “I’m happy to see you.”

She was also happy to feed me: there were always homemade cookies or bars waiting on a plate on the counter underneath a paper napkin. “Take several,” she’d insist. “I don’t know if they’re edible or not. I haven’t quite figured out this new oven!” They were always edible. And delicious. Occasionally I brought her treats as well—things I’d written. She took particular delight in a set of family stories and thanked me several times for sharing them.

Once the groceries were all unloaded, she’d survey the bounty and announce, “I just hope I live long enough to eat all this!” Bright-eyed, quick-witted, and upbeat, at age 96 those words reflected a cheerful recognition of her own mortality. And they finally caught up with her. She died in early January, exactly in between deliveries, leaving about half her last set of groceries uneaten.

As soon as the office notified me of her death, I knew I wanted to get to the funeral if possible. Turns out it fell on what would have been Dorey’s next delivery day. So long as everything on my route went smoothly, I’d have just enough time to complete my deliveries, park my van back at the Cub Foods on Lyndale, hop into my car and drive over to the church for the 1p.m. funeral. I’d still be in my delivery clothes—a bit under-dressed for most funerals, but exactly right for Dorey’s.

That morning I drove by her home one last time on my way to my first stop. I offered a silent wave and blinked away an unexpected tear. Even at 96, death still stings. Far from going smoothly, my route held a mess of wrinkles that day. No major problems, just a bunch of little delays—most of them related to providing cheerful patient service to my still-living clients. And Dorey wouldn’t have wanted me to rush any of them just because she’d died. Still, as the day went on, I began to worry that I’d miss the funeral. As I neared the end of my deliveries it became clear the only way I’d make it by 1p.m. was if I drove directly there in my van. So I did.

At 1:05 I slipped into the church as the congregation was singing the first hymn. I handed my sympathy card to the funeral home attendant who promised to put it with the others while doing his best not to stare at my delivery outfit. I slid into a pew behind a row of Dorey’s church mates. It was an almost merry funeral, if that’s possible. Plenty of stories shared and more than a few peals of laughter rang out. Dorey was well-known and well-loved by family and friends both. When we reached the final hymn the pastor remarked that Dorey’s notes were clear: this was to be a “cheerful and happy” rendition of “Soon and Very Soon.” We did our best, with moist eyes and smiles on our faces.

Afterwards I made my way to each of Dorey’s three children—all in their mid-60’s or older themselves—to introduce myself and tell them what a joy it had been to bring their mom groceries. Each of them beamed with recognition and told me how much Dorey appreciated me, too. When I sat down next to the third one and introduced myself she instinctively leaned forward to put a hand on my leg and tell me how much her mother had enjoyed my deliveries—that they were the highlight of her week. When I replied that the delight was mutual, I was surprised to hear my voice break—and just as surprised to feel myself wrapped in a hug.

But it was a pair of young, adult granddaughters who really drove that home. I caught them out of the corner of my eye, smiling and whispering to each other as I spoke with Dorey’s son. I imagined them noticing my wild wind-blown hair and dark green delivery jacket. I’m sure I stuck out like a sore thumb in a crowd of people clearly dressed for a church event.

I turned to them and asked, “Are you some of Dorey’s grandchildren.” “Yes!” they glowed with joy. “And just so you know,” one of them volunteered, smiling widely, “she talked about you all the time.” And, in case I hadn’t caught that, the other chimed in and punctuated it for me. “All. The. Time.”

As I left to collect my van and head back to Cub Foods I reflected on what a privilege it is to do what I do. Sure, not all of my clients are as spirited or cheery as Dorey was; heck, some of them have barely battled life to a draw—and it shows. But I meet each of them at the intersection of the simple human need for food and the deeper human hope for dignity. And I aim to deliver both. Sometimes, at the end of my deliveries, as I stacked my bins and folded my paperwork, Dorey would declare earnestly, “I hope you know how much I appreciate everything you do for me.”

I climbed into the van and turned the key, blinking away another tear while her granddaughters’ words echoed in my mind. Why, yes, I do, Dorey. Yes, I do.

Building Relationships – One Visit at a Time

Building Relationships – One Visit at a Time

Each day our volunteers and staff offer a helpful hand to connect with a person who needs a little extra support to remain independent. When taking care of our clients’ requests, familiarity, kindness, and trust work together to build relationships that often span across years and make a meaningful impact on people’s lives.

Meet Ernestine, a resident of Minneapolis since 1956 and one of our clients for more than twenty years. When riding the bus was no longer an option for her, she reached out to us for support: “I knew for a fact that I would not be able to get my groceries. Help At Your Door has been a lifesaver for me because I’m from the South and I like to eat.”

While Grocery Assistance provides access to a basic need to remaining healthy and at home, for Ernestine our service was more than just food – it also meant a friendly face: “They are good about accommodating you. The drivers are so nice and honest.”

Our rich history of serving the aging population have informed our practices and honed our ability to identify needs. Those who give their time to help meet the growing requests are dedicated to our mission and understand the impact that their efforts make.

John, one of the first people who brought food to Ernestine, joined our organization in 2000 after retiring from Honeywell. When asked why he selected our team, he replied, “For me, it was the interaction with the people. It kept me active and I enjoyed doing it.”

John’s modest response is characteristic of his demeanor, though not a sign of his feelings about the service he provided. As Ernestine will tell you, John’s passion for his work was evident at every delivery he made: “That man loves his job. John loves people and I know people.”

It was no surprise then when John’s son, Scott, was in the market for a new job, his father recommended that he check out Help At Your Door. Scott not only took his advice, but ended up following in his father’s footsteps: “I’ve been with the company now for seven years. It’s very rewarding. I didn’t understand it when my father was working. But now, it’s nice to be appreciated and you feel good about doing a good deed. You get to meet a lot of interesting people. I’m carrying on the tradition.”

And as happenchance would have it, one day Scott was filling in for a driver and met one of his father’s clients: “Ernestine looked at me and said, ‘You remind me of somebody who use to deliver to me. John?’ I said, ‘Yes’ and she just lit up. She was so happy. She told me stories about how nice he as. She wanted me to make sure that I said, ‘Hi’ to him from Ernestine. Then, about a year later, I filled in on that route again, and when I got to her door, she opened it and said, ‘John’s son.'”

How could Ernestine have known John and Scott were related? She told Scott: “You acted like your dad. It was something between you and him that hit me.”

These moments, and the relationships that have developed over the years, inspire our work. While our services are critical to ensuring that those who we serve can remain in their homes, it is the day-to-day interactions and commitment to our client’s well-being that set us apart and allow us to continue our important work.