My Grandma Beaudry is my only remaining grandparent. The others have passed away. I never really got to know my grandfathers very well. They both left this world before I was able to understand what death really meant.
My Grandma Simpson was an absolutely delightful woman and I cherished every moment that I got to see her whenever we’d make the trip down to Calgary. But she has also passed.
Ardis Beaudry, known to me as Grandma, still remains. She pushes on. And also happens to live in Edmonton which is something I think I have taken for granted. Until now.
I was recently inspired by a new friend of mine, Brittany Esther (an incredible photographer and wonderful woman), who recently took a trip over to Ontrario where her grandfather and great aunt live. While there, she decided to use the time to photograph and document these family members that she rarely gets to see. To take a few moments with them, to learn from them and hear their stories. And boy oh boy was it powerful.
And it dawned on me… why can’t I do that? Just because my grandma lives in the same city as me doesn’t mean that I don’t have reason enough to hang out with and photograph her.
So I did.
I hung out with her.
I asked her questions like “what is the oldest thing that you own?”
and “What was the best time of your life?”
and learned tons about this extremely generous and giving person.
She was national president of the Catholic Women’s League of Canada and when reflecting on it she said “I never imagined myself president of anything. But you never know what The Lord has in store for you.”
She was a founding member of the Edmonton Women’s Shelter
And the best time of her life was when she went back to school in her seventies to study religion and spirituality on weekends
She is a marvellous, giving, generous and kind woman and I’m so glad I’ve taken this time to get to know her better.
Oh, and we’re hanging out again this weekend. Only this time without a camera. Probably.
This was her first painting. She painted it for her father.I still can’t believe that there are bobble heads of my brother hahaAnother one of her paintings. This one is unfinished. And I love that it is.