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Being a mother is a lesson in impossible love.
Every day, the tide rolls out, new water rolls in, with no memory of yesterday, a fitting refuge.
SARA
Trauma doesn’t punch a clock, but you can set your watch by it. It works overtime most of the time. But it can be smothered like a whisper in a storm.
“Someone once said that forgiveness is an act of the will, and the will can function regardless of the temperature of the heart.” “Forgiveness takes more strength than anger.”
“Science has taught me to believe in things that can be derived rationally through logic. I have no interest in a God that has to be believed in.” “God is not a theory. Science can’t disprove his existence.”
The Wylers were one of the wealthiest and most influential families in Savannah. Progressive too. Their interracial marriage was one of the first in the city. Their house in Ardsley Park was the biggest
“Actually, particles work somewhat similarly to magnets. They can be light-years separated, but as long as they were entangled at one time, and nothing has interfered with them in the interim, changing something about one particle affects the other one instantly. They are connected, even at other ends of the universe, intimately connected, across time and space.”
“When all is done, and my last word is said, And ye who loved me murmur, “He is dead,” Let no one weep, for fear that I should know, And sorrow too that ye should sorrow so. When all is done and in the oozing clay, Ye lay this cast-off hull of mine away, Pray not for me, for, after long despair, The quiet of the grave will be a prayer.”
“When all is done, say not my day is o’er And that thro’ night I seek a dimmer shore: Say rather that my morn has just begun,— I greet the dawn and not a setting sun.”
“Your father was a rich white boy from Savannah who fell in love with a poor Black girl from Atlanta. It was never supposed to work. It was the definition of complicated. Your grandfather wasn’t too happy with it. But we loved each other, and that’s all that mattered.”
“Love is never complicated. The circumstances are but never the love.”
“I think about Sara every day,” he says, compassion registering in his face. “What I did. The person I was back then. Cocky. Arrogant. Angry. Sad. She got in the way. That’s not her fault.”
We kiss again, lost in each other, searching,
Death is the one thing money and influence cannot fix.
Forgiveness, I’ve learned, is like a door. You can open yourself
up to it or close yourself off from it at any time. We can’t rewrite history or change the outcome. Life is a series of choices. And we live in and with those choices we make.
