Helen lived like a phenomenon of nature—like a great geyser, involuntarily pouring out all it had to give until its structure gave way and could not sustain itself. She had no idea what a huge force she was in the lives of others. She was a simple person who believed in the power of music. The last note I heard her play was the last note she played. It was as vital as any I had heard. Helen’s last conscious act was to protect her violin so that it would continue on as a vehicle to give love and music to many.