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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Monday, November 8, 2010

Pasckittee and Jingle Bells...

On Heather's 33rd birthday, I am reminded of how much she loved spaghetti and Christmas Carols. When she was in 3rd grade she was in the hospital for about a week with pneumonia. She tired of the hospital food and wrote pasckittee on the menu for the kitchen. They thought it was quite funny and sent her a big plate of spaghetti for lunch. Heather was quite proud of herself for getting just what she wanted. Heather always started playing Christmas Carols right after her birthday. She would play them before that, if possible. So today family and friends, share a bowl of spaghetti and play your favorite Christmas Carol. Here's to our Heather. We miss her so.

Love you all

Betty

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