Friday, March 20, 2009

Hello to all,
My sister had a strange habit of talking about nothing, something, and everything all at once. Generally it started with a subject, then diverged into several contingency paths. By the time my parents got tired of it, it was a full out rambling rant that would make us all laugh. Long ago, my dad decided this practice of strange storytelling, was "Heathering." So, in my wonderful sister's honor, this site is dedicated to her. Tell a story, write a note, Heather (verb tense) on till your heart warms. It is my hope that discussing the stories of her, which made her so special to us all, our hearts will begin to heal. We miss you Heffer.

Skylor

If you want to submit a story, simply comment to one of the previous posts, I'll repost it for you.

This is Heathering...

This is Heathering...

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Sunday, March 22, 2009

From Momma Betty

Betty said... When Heather was 13 months old, she woke in the middle of the night. Her Dad went to see what was the matter. She insisted on getting out of bed. She ran down the hall to the living room and said, "Just where is that baby!" The baby doll was located and she went right back to bed with the baby in her arms.

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