Recently, I lost my own Grama. She lived her last few years in a long term care facility, flickering between recognition and hazy stares. Faithfully, my mother went to visit her and I did my best to get to see her when I could also. My mother was there when Gram began to leave us and tearfully called me to let me know she was going. I was fortunate enough to make the three minute drive down the road to the hospital where she was, just in time to see her flickering flame burn out. Something so utterly sad and heartbreaking also ushered in a new thought for me.
There are many women spending their last few years/months/days in long term care facilities – many of them mothers themselves. Some not remembering, some hazy and distant, some lonesome and sad, and some cherished deeply by their families. As a photographer, I have seen many facets of motherhood. The young eager and expectant mothers wanting to be captured with their large bellies prominently on display, mothers covered in baby barf, mothers encouraging little toddlers to smile nice, mothers proudly watching their daughters or sons get married… And yet I hadn’t captured the final piece of the puzzle. I hadn’t captured mothers at the end of their journeys being immortalized by my camera with their child(ren).
I decided I had to change that.
I have volunteered my time and services plenty of times, and I’m not here to tell you where or when or why. This isn’t about me. This is about when I volunteered for some Remarkable Women.
I took my journey to a local long term care facility with a lot of great help from Demara Renaud. She assisted me in finding a small handful of Remarkable Women so that I might capture images of them with their child(ren). My intention was to gift the captured images to them as Mother’s Day gifts.
Along my journey, I met Helen. She is 103 years old and will be turning 104 years old just days after Mother’s Day. I met her family and was warmed by stories of Helen. How incredible it must be to live to see that age! And more incredible? She shares a very interesting birthday with Mother’s Day. In 1908, the year of Helen’s birth, Anna Jarvis’ idea of “Mother’s Day” was recognized by it’s first church service. One year prior, Anna handed out 500 carnations to mothers to honor them. The rest, as they say, is history.
I plan to return to the place that Helen and all of the other Remarkable Women I photographed call home on Friday, May 11 to take just a few more pictures. I will be bringing 104 carnations (kindly provided by Oak Farms, Leamington) to the mothers at the facility. I am going to take some more photos… I want a photo of Helen surrounded by 104 carnations! I want to help the staff bring some flowers to each Remarkable Woman to cheer up their room on Mother’s Day.
Hopefully all of the moms living in their new homes away from home will enjoy visits from their children. Hopefully all children will remember this if they should ever face a time when their Remarkable Woman’s flame is flickering slowly, and they will hug their mother every chance they get. Life is too short. Love, take pictures, make memories. Sit by the flame and get warm.
Hug your mothers!



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This brought me to tears Korrine. What a wonderful thing to do. My mom will spend her Mother’s Day this year at Windsor Regional Malden Campus since she suffered a stroke end of January this year. When I walk the halls there I can’t help but wonder about some of the people in those beds and their story. They are still such important people to their families and I only pray they are treated as such. You surely did your part. Bless your heart!
Thank you for the beautiful tribute to my mom-Doris and the other moms at her home.
“We/You” are not alone. And men relate consciously, when they read the important stuff as you have layed out here for us to follow. Thanks so much for sharing this. #heartpound