There are times when we step back and wait.
For some, those choices are so hard
they are often too difficult to make.
Some of us see life from one side;
Everything is black/white - no grays.
But others can see the big picture
and understand that there are many ways...
Choices. My own Mother, Evelyne Frances Wallace Love, made the choice to not take her children to their Father’s funeral. We were very young, of course, and there had also been a very ugly divorce. Needless to say, she was not on good terms with his family. I remember that she did tell us that if we wanted to go, she would take us. But, as I said, we were so very young, yet we knew that she really didn’t really want to go. We both said “No, that’s okay.” Except it wasn’t…I’ve cried many times wishing that I could go back in time and be there. Another very sad choice, as it turned out.
|Lorena Sanford Wallace, holding her daughter,|
Evelyne Frances Wallace, sometime in late 1919. She and her
husband, Baxter Wallace, would divorce in September of 1920