William D. BENOIT

Dear Darlene and family

Dear Benoit Family,
We send our sympathies and prayers to each of you. Having recently experienced the loss with our Steve, we undertand your loss of Bill and know difficult it is. When I am feeling down I listen to Paul's Floating Away, and I hope Paul's music can bring you some comfort too. We will remember your family and Bill in our prayers. The McArthur Family

My name is Dale Hoggins. I lived on 9th Ave in Yakima while I was in grades 3-6.attended McKinley Grade School and Franklin Jr. High School.
I remember Bill as one fine fellow. I’m not surprise, he became a Colonel and Chief of Staff. Even then He was a leader.
The Neighborhood played a lot of Sandlot Baseball. “Work Up”, we called it. We had a bat, a ball, but only two mitts. One for the catcher and one for the first base man.
Bill’s dad worked for Safeway. I think...

I send my thoughts and prayers to the Benoit family on the passing of Mr.Benoit. I have memories of Mr.Benoit being one of the parents who drove our CYO basketball team to many away games. As a classmate of Ron, I thought it special that both our fathers worked for Boeing for all those years. To this day I still wonder if it was Mr.Benoit who wrote the St.Catherine's Sunday bulletin under the alias of "Zorba". Ron would never tell. The Benoit family has given me some truly special memories....

I send my thoughts and prayers to the Benoit family on the passing of Mr.Benoit. I have memories of Mr.Benoit being one of the parents who drove our CYO basketball team to many away games. As a classmate of Ron, I thought it special that both our fathers worked for Boeing for all those years. To this day I still wonder if it was Mr.Benoit who wrote the St.Catherine's Sunday bulletin under the alias of "Zorba". Ron would never tell. The Benoit family has given me some truly special memories....

We had the good fortune to get to know Bill over the years while attending many of Paul's music performances. He will be missed by us both.

Jim & Joyce Carey

I remember floating down the C'oeur D'lane river with Mark and his father, Mr. Benoit, in Idaho, in a little yellow and blue raft, on a hot summer day. He was about as relaxed as he could be, with his baseball cap on, his bare white feet dragging in the river, and a domestic beer in his hand. You could see every rock in the bottom of that river it was as clear as could be. It was pure summer fun, and he knew it was good. When I hear the song "Brown Eyed Girl" I think of going down that river...

Dear Benoit Family,

I am sorry for the loss of your husband, father, grandfather, uncle and friend. I knew the Benoits through St. Catherine's Parish. A very nice family.

My sympathies to all of you.

Jeannine Blue Lupton

In the wake of this sad news I am reflectively feeling so priveledged to have had many wonderful conversations and laughs with Mr. Benoit while sharing our mutual admiration for the talents of son Paul. His support and love for his family was infectious; his pride so obvious. I hope your entire family can realize just how far his kindness reached and how those of us who knew him in such a small way were touched by what a fine man he was.

His is a smile I will always remember...