On September 22, 2019, I walked through a room of thousands of people and I felt a light come my way… the strongest vibration of love, kindness, compassion, warmth and good… the most evolved spirit who would inspire me to reach higher and help me to see the world in ways I had never even imagined. That light was my best friend, partner, confidante, and soulmate, James E. Wallace, Jr. During the next 13 months we shared the happiest times each of us had ever known… inseparable and planning to change the world together, getting closer and closer to that brighter day. We were about to announce the launch of our new company which James worked so hard for and was so excited and passionate about… full of ideas and vision. He believed in me… in us, and we shared so much joy. He is the only person who could calm me. I trusted him because he had integrity. I loved him because he cared about humanity. I needed him because he needed me. I wanted him because there isn’t anyone else that I want to spend my days with. James came to Los Angeles a few days after we met. I picked him up from the airport and he never looked back. This was a time of new beginnings filled with the excitement and joy of a wondrous future with big announcements coming soon, both personally and professionally. I haven’t processed what has happened and I know the days ahead will be hard as I try to make sense of what is happening… but somehow, I know James is here with me, guiding me, loving me and giving me strength to go on… sending me signs of things I need to know right now. Today, by chance, I heard an excerpt from a letter written by Major Sullivan Ballou, an officer in the Union Army during the American Civil War to his beloved wife on July 14, 1861 just prior to his death at the age of 32. He wrote, “If the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the brightest day and in the darkest night—amidst your happiest scenes and gloomiest hours—always, always; and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath; or the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by. Do not mourn me dead; think I am gone and wait for thee, for we shall meet again.” May God bless your spirit, my forever love, James Edward Wallace, Jr. and carry you into heaven where all of his most cherished angels reside. Until that day… that day when we shall meet again, know that I am waiting and I will wait until the end of time. I feel the warmth of your spirit here with me. I feel you in every moment and in everything I do. I love you forever and ever, my Immortal Beloved. I miss you.

Your Immortal Beloved,
Lisa