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Steven’s Story At three years old, Pat and Larry Kerian’s son Steven was one of Hospice of the Red River Valley’s first pediatric patients in 1991. Steven had an AV malformation of the brainstem and was cared for by Hospice at home with his parents and two brothers. Pat and Larry were grateful to be…
Hospice of the Red River Valley (HRRV) takes pride in providing compassionate care to families across generations. Deborah Fredrickson’s grandmother, Lilian Folendorf, and mother, Helen Olson, both received exceptional end-of-life care from HRRV, in the same home about ten years apart. Lilian Folendorf was born in England in 1889 and immigrated to the United States…
Glen’s Story Glen Maurer loved to spend time in the company of others, especially his family. A smile would undoubtedly creep onto Glen’s face anytime he had a visitor, whether it was a chaplain, nurse, friend or family. Lee was Glen’s certified nurse assistant (CNA) and someone he looked forward to seeing as his cares…
Jack Sunday leans back at his dining room table, hands behind his head. The laughs come readily as he shares stories of his late wife Jane Reff. The cherished memories of more than 15 years together pour out. “Jane and I had a saying, and she started it. ‘Isn’t it lucky?’” Jack said. “Isn’t it…
For Savanna Hill, cherished memories overflow the time spent at her grandparents’ home in Arthur, N.D. A small, tight-knit farming community about 30 minutes northwest of Fargo, it’s where Edvina “Eddie” and Gale Hill first set eyes on each other at the local bank. From that fateful moment on, Eddie couldn’t stop thinking about Gale,…
When I go, I will return, Mother Earth willing. As human form or animal form, I will be watching over you. Michelle Christianson is comforted by these words—a poem shaped by Native American beliefs, written by her husband Jerry before his passing. Jerry and Michelle shared everything in life, especially a close emotional bond. Together…
Marilyn (Holmes) Hennager was born in New Westminster, the oldest city in western Canada located just outside of Vancouver, British Columbia. She was the third of four children who shared a humble upbringing that brought the family to Manitoba and eventually Saskatchewan, where they grew up. Marilyn was always proud of her Canadian heritage. She…
The Baier farmhouse window frames a picturesque spring postcard of North Dakota’s famed Prairie Pothole region. Gently rolling hills remain covered with the stubble of last year’s corn crop. Thousands of geese swarm half thawed sloughs—the refueling stop on their annual journey north. Hilmer and Sharon Baier have shared this view for most of their…
Gladys Carlson always took great care and pride in her hands. She loved well-manicured hands—nails polished with the perfect shade of pink. Her hands were her constant confidants and the means to accomplish her favorite pastimes that included cooking, baking, playing bingo and dancing. And most importantly, they were her source of comfort and connection.…
by Jordan Weeda Here we are. No more poking and prodding. No therapeutic goals to achieve. No pandemic protocols. No hurried doctors and nurses. This is a world of quiet voices, laughing great grandchildren in the other room, smells of food wafting from the kitchen, hand holding, hair brushing, foot rubbing, resting—just being. Grateful to…