Kye was one of the first people I met at Flipp. He was quick to chat me up and show me the pool table to play a few games (which was very much appreciated). Over the next couple years, we'd spend a lot of time together. In spite of many corporate switch-ups, our desks were never more than a stone's throw away from each other. At one point, it was just the two of us in a room that could fit ten. I look back at those times and conversations fondly. It was during this time that he became the forefather the Great Chess Renaissance at the company, bringing in one of those elementary school chess mats that came in a giant tube. Suddenly, people would come wandering into the room, either looking for a game or just out of curiosity. It brought people together. His passion made me care about chess for the first time. I've played a some games in the last few days thinking of him.
Kye had the rare trait of loving to both speak and listen. He always came at things from a unique perspective and loved to argue (as I do). Though firmly rooted in his views, he was the opposite of closed minded and loved to try and see things through the eyes of others. If you said something that struck a chord or changed the way he thought about something, he'd let you know.
Kye's laughter was boundless. He would close his eyes, shake violently and let out this high pitched giggle - a pure expression of joy. As has been noted over and over again, Kye loved fun. Whether it was singing, dancing, trying something new: he was game for anything. Every year they held a big Halloween costume contest where teams would create elaborate costumes and show them off in front of the entire company. I thought it would be funny to do the classic, old-school bedsheet ghost. No one else did - except for Kye. Not wanting to ruin perfectly good bedsheets by cutting holes in them, the two of us sat covered in the audience unable to see the intricate, multi-media presentations of the other teams. We did, however, play a couple games of online chess. Kye was loyal and supportive. If you had a dream or wanted to pursue something, he'd be in your corner. I'll always remember Kye as a true original. A glorious weirdo (a high compliment in my book). I'm extremely thankful to have known him and will continue to think of him and the conversations we shared forever.
Christine, he loved you so much. He would always talk about you. Seeing your rapport and connection at the wedding was beautiful - the highpoint of the night. I'm deeply sorry for your loss.
Kye was one of the first people I met at Flipp. He was quick to chat me up and show me the pool table to play a few games (which was very much appreciated). Over the next couple years, we'd spend a lot of time together. In spite of many corporate switch-ups, our desks were never more than a stone's throw away from each other. At one point, it was just the two of us in a room that could fit ten. I look back at those times and conversations fondly. It was during this time that he became the forefather the Great Chess Renaissance at the company, bringing in one of those elementary school chess mats that came in a giant tube. Suddenly, people would come wandering into the room, either looking for a game or just out of curiosity. It brought people together. His passion made me care about chess for the first time. I've played a some games in the last few days thinking of him.
Kye had the rare trait of loving to both speak and listen. He always came at things from a unique perspective and loved to argue (as I do). Though firmly rooted in his views, he was the opposite of closed minded and loved to try and see things through the eyes of others. If you said something that struck a chord or changed the way he thought about something, he'd let you know.
Kye's laughter was boundless. He would close his eyes, shake violently and let out this high pitched giggle - a pure expression of joy. As has been noted over and over again, Kye loved fun. Whether it was singing, dancing, trying something new: he was game for anything. Every year they held a big Halloween costume contest where teams would create elaborate costumes and show them off in front of the entire company. I thought it would be funny to do the classic, old-school bedsheet ghost. No one else did - except for Kye. Not wanting to ruin perfectly good bedsheets by cutting holes in them, the two of us sat covered in the audience unable to see the intricate, multi-media presentations of the other teams. We did, however, play a couple games of online chess. Kye was loyal and supportive. If you had a dream or wanted to pursue something, he'd be in your corner. I'll always remember Kye as a true original. A glorious weirdo (a high compliment in my book). I'm extremely thankful to have known him and will continue to think of him and the conversations we shared forever.
Christine, he loved you so much. He would always talk about you. Seeing your rapport and connection at the wedding was beautiful - the highpoint of the night. I'm deeply sorry for your loss.
