I think of my mother, Alice Wallace, often. She was taken from us far too soon and her loving memory lingers in my heart. Words will never fully describe the emptiness I feel, not having my best friend at my side, watching over me with me pride and protective instincts. Not a day passes that I don’t recall her valuable advice or that I’m not inspired by her strength. She fought a long, painful battle against Diabetes, and up until her final breath was never overcome by pity or sorrow nor did she ever display a moment of weakness. My mother radiated with beauty and a power from within that in my eyes will never be duplicated. Despite our differences she remains the paradigm of true maternal grace and elegance a powerful force with a heart of gold.
My mother, a successful and very well respected teacher stressed the value of family, God, community involvement and education. The furtherance of this discipline is also an important part of my life. I have grown into the person I am today, because I come from a family of hard working, accomplished professionals.