Celebrating the Life of Corinne Beatrice Henry Paullin

Celebrating the Life of Corinne Beatrice Henry Paullin

Today marks what would have been my mother Corinne Beatrice Henry Paullin’s 95th birthday. Reflecting on her life fills me with deep gratitude and sorrow. She was not only a loving mother but also an unwavering pillar of support in my life. Through her actions and guidance, she left an indelible mark on me and everyone who knew her. This tribute is a celebration of her life, her love, and the invaluable lessons she imparted.

Corinne’s early years were filled with love and support from her family. She shared a special bond with her younger brother, Wayne—one that was incredibly strong and nurturing. Her grandparents, who were relatively well-off, adored her just as much as her own parents, who had less financial stability. One vivid memory I have is visiting her grandpa in Salem. He was quite elderly by then, sitting in a commode chair. Mom asked me to kiss him, a kiss that would leave an enduring impression on me. His funeral was the first I attended, marking a poignant moment in my young life.

Mom’s work ethic was unparalleled. She held various jobs over her career, each adding a unique layer to her experience. Starting at the original Fred Meyer store in downtown Portland, she moved on to National Insurance, General Tool, Grandma’s Cookies, The Oak Lodge Fire Department, and Murphy Logging, among others. Each role showcased her versatility and resilience, and she always managed to bring her unique touch of dedication and love to the workplace.

If God’s love were to be personified, it would likely resemble the unconditional love my mother showed me. From nourishing me as a child to healing my wounds and protecting me from nightmares, her love was a constant presence. She shared her wisdom freely, even when I didn’t always heed her advice. She was my protector, especially from the harsher discipline meted out by my father. One memory that stands out is her crying hysterically as my father raised his belt. Her love was a sanctuary, a place where I always felt safe.

Losing my mother was one of the most challenging experiences of my life. Learning to live without her has been a difficult journey, filled with moments of grief and reflection. The importance of treasuring memories cannot be overstated. They serve as a comforting reminder of her enduring love and presence in my life, even though she is no longer physically here.

Mom taught me many valuable lessons that have shaped who I am today. She was a motivator, always wanting the best for me. Her guidance helped me steer my life in the right direction, even when I took her for granted. Moving into my parents’ neighborhood in 1995 allowed us to spend more time together, creating memories that I will cherish forever. Despite her being overshadowed by my father’s exuberant nature, her quiet strength and wisdom never went unnoticed.

My mother, Corinne Beatrice Henry Paullin, was a remarkable woman whose love and wisdom have left a lasting impact on my life. Her legacy lives on through the lessons she taught and the love she shared.

I encourage you to share your stories of maternal love and the lessons you’ve learned from those you’ve lost. Let’s honor their memory and celebrate the incredible influence they’ve had on our lives.

Today, on what would have been her 95th birthday, I celebrate my mother’s life and the immense love she gave. Her presence may no longer be physical, but her spirit continues to guide and inspire me every day. Happy Birthday, Mom. I love you.