James P. Finnegan

Wallace was a kind and generous soul, there’s no doubt about it. There was a rare and genuine interest for each new acquaintance to be found in Wallace, and this facet of his personality was so modest, so simple, that it was easy to take for granted. In addition to his athleticism, his drive and his courage, I firmly believe that this was Wallace’s essential and selfless gift to each person he met in life.
Wherever Wallace was present, so was his attentive and always-open ear — an extension of his equally open soul. It can be easily seen and appreciated that everyone present here was fortunate to appreciate Wallace’s generosity while sharing in his life. As a cousin who loved him dearly as a brother, I firmly believe that — long after this day has ended — his spirit will continue to reverberate throughout this valley, echoing and warming the hearts of everyone Wallace touched in life. We love you Wallace, and I’ll miss you terribly until we meet again.

In memory of

When you look upon the valley
Aspens bereaved of their leaves,
Lamenting as the pines look on —
Linger not on sad thoughts, but
Affix your soul to mine, which
Caresses your snow-flaked brow;
Embrace the everlasting.