In memory of Virda Womacks

Another gentle light was extinguished yesterday, when our neighbor Virda Womacks passed away. She died just three weeks after her husband Bob.

Virda was quiet and unassuming and, I felt, often overshadowed by her more boisterous husband. They were married for 61 years and were often seen together on long walks around town. You never saw one without the other. After he passed, she lamented to relatives that she didn't understand why, after 61 years, they couldn't go together.

I remember sitting on their back deck listening to old Bob's stories. Every time he would start a new one, she would say, "Oh Bob, you're not going to tell him that one." The love was palpable.

We will miss her just as much as we miss Bob.