I wanted to note the passing of a person who was very special to our family, Viola Bye. She died several weeks ago after a massive heart attack. Today, September 30th, she would have reached 90 years old. In fact, we were supposed to attend a very small party this evening at her daughter Yvonne’s house, who is our neighbor.
Vi lived for several years in the house next door with Yvonne and Peter, Yvonne’s brother and Vi’s son. That’s how we became acquainted. She was a wonderful person to know. She walked very slowly, slightly stooped, and used a cane to help her around, but the brightness of her attitude, and the energy she radiated from within, made these physical impairments seem more like adopted mannerisms, like a disguise that she could throw off whenever she wanted. She reminded me of a cross between Yoda and a hobbit, and I say that with pure respect and admiration. Her wise eyes, curled body, and cane conjured up a visual similarity to Yoda, while her gentle, friendly, unassuming nature, and the absolutely most delightful British accent ever to tickle an American ear, would have put her right at home with Frodo, Sam and the rest in middle-earth.