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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Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Mom said...

I remember Heather's 1st day of school as a Freshman in High School.
She picked out a special skirt and sweater to wear. I believe the skirt was a little tight. I dropped her off at the High School and she ran into the lobby filled with students only to fall on her rear. I felt so bad for her but she got right up as if nothing had happened and went on down the hall.

March 31, 2009 3:10 PM

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