With my camera in hand, I have been invited into some intimate spaces. A hospital room, a home or an operating room for a birth, next to a NICU bed with parents ready to go home with their healed baby or parents saying goodbye to their child. And a few times I’ve been invited into a hospice space.

Hospice is different because it’s not a baby a family is saying goodbye to, it’s an adult with a much longer story. I would never EVER compare grief or suffering, that is unique for each individual and a parent grappling with a stillbirth isn’t better or worse or easier or harder than an adult child saying goodbye to their parent. Hospice is different, for me, because everyone there knows what’s happening, including the person dying. THAT is the difference. Babies don’t know what’s happening to them but when an adult has fought cancer and their doctor puts them on hospice because there is nothing else they can do? That person is very aware of what’s happening. And because they are aware, it’s not a room filled with shock – which is how I find so many families dealing with the death of a child. There is a peace in a hospice space that is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

When my friend Erin invited me into her parent’s home to capture her mom on day 2 of in-home hospice I knew I was walking into a sacred space. A private space. I am always incredibly honored when a family chooses me to capture moments in their life like this. And trust me, while I’ve been there while countless babies took their last breath and captured so many families walking through tragedy, it’s not easy. I laugh with them and cry with them and sometimes my tears stream harder and faster behind my lens then those of the family. This work is never easy but it is my calling.

And I don’t share images like this online – ever really. I don’t talk about it often either. But Erin’s mom Debi wanted me to share these. And so as she took her last breath this morning I thought today was the perfect day to share her photos. Here is what Erin said when I told her I uncertain about sharing these images – “You have my mother’s permission. You have my permission. My mom said if people can see your beautiful photos it might show everyone that cancer can’t take away the unshakeable love a mother has for her family. She also said that they show that she is dying the same way she lived; surrounded with love & a bit of vanity. Lol!”

So this is for Debi. To show that dying can be beautiful. That cancer doesn’t take away everything. That a little vanity is never a bad thing and being surrounded by love is all that matters in the end. Erin, I love you friend.

This is why Debi mentioned vanity – we’d been shooting about an hour when she suddenly realized her wig wasn’t on – so we started over!

This past Sunday we sang How Great Thou Art in church and I cried while praying for Debi so I’m going to end this with the lyrics to that song.

O Lord my God,
When I in awesome wonder
Consider all
The works Thy Hand hath made,
I see the stars,
I hear the mighty thunder,
Thy pow’r throughout
The universe displayed,
When through the woods
And forest glades I wander
I hear the birds
Sing sweetly in the trees,
When I look down
From lofty mountain grandeur
And hear the brook
And feel the gentle breeze,
Then sings my soul,
My Savior God, to Thee,
How great Thou art!
How great Thou art!
Then sings my soul,
My Savior God, to Thee,
How great Thou art!
How great Thou art!
When Christ shall come,
With shouts of acclamation,
And take me home,
What joy shall fill my heart!
Then I shall bow
In humble adoration
And there proclaim,
“My God, how great Thou art!”
Then sings my soul,
My Savior God, to Thee,
How great Thou art!
How great Thou art!
Then sings my soul,
My Savior God, to Thee,
How great Thou art!
How great Thou art!
Rest in peace sweet Debi. You are so very very loved.