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...

Songs...


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Monday, June 1, 2009

Rising up.


Blogger Kelly said...

As far as songs go....the list goes on and on of what reminds me of Heather....many are very specific memories, and I'll share them piece by piece. Some are ones I hear that make me think of her - as in her essence, her persona, how I feel when I think of all the tragedy that's now connected to her end. A popular song right now, Carolina Liar's "Show Me What I'm Looking For," really speaks to me and it also seems to be a tune she would have really loved.

However, Heather's song, always always always will be "Eye of the Tiger" by Survivor. She LOVED that song. I mean, truly adored it and never tired of it. In our house in college we shared with Rife and Brennan, it became routine to call our UMR DJ friends on Sunday mornings with our song requests for a "rock block." While the rest of us constantly tried to find the cool new song or outrageously funny pick, Heather only picked "Eye of the Tiger." It became a huge running joke - it would play on Sundays at KMNR and then it would be inserted into a playlist at any party she attended. And she would always dance to it with the excitement a child has when first hearing a new song. I miss her joy for such small things.

But here's the best part - when driving to her and Matt's church for the visitation services, right as we were about two blocks away and within site of the long line of friends paying their respects, "Eye of the Tiger" came on the radio. I find no coincidence in this - just a good friend saying hello.

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