Heather…Heather….Heather what can I say? Where do I begin? As I looked through my scrapbooks for some pictures the memories just started flooding my mind.
First some random stuff and I’ll end with the “good story” that I want to tell.
I remember that I wasn’t supposed to leave the apartment…probably was supposed to study. I went to the door…probably to leave, and there was this note that simply said, “Paige, don’t even think about it.” Thanks for the encouragement. I still have that in my scrapbook.
Another note said something about Pumpkin Foot. I remember a few pumpkin stories. Do you remember the pumpkin pie that fell off the dash into my shoe when we were visiting that church? That poor woman didn’t have a pie for the pot luck thanks to us.
The singing ministry in the park that we started while in Portugal.
Obviously from the pictures we spent some time at the Science Spectrum…
I couldn’t find the cookie picture from Sky Ridge, but I found this one…I can see where you could fit quite a few cookies in there.
Remember when we all started saying “smokes”.
NERTS (how do you spell that?)
The concrete incident…
Remember when the doll fell from the church library in Lisboa…oops.
Rainy days and Lourdes always get me down…(Carpenters song isn’t it?)
My favorite story is from when we were in Portugal…and it reminds me of your spirit every time I think of it.
The apartments we lived in had these wood floors (very slick) and we had a few rugs spread about the place. Alan and I (maybe some others who knows) were sitting on the couch watching tv (probably Little House on the Prairie because it was the only thing in English…poor little Half Pint). I believe you were in the kitchen mixing up a bowl of chocolate icing (lunch no doubt), when Alan got this idea that we would coax you onto the rug in the living room and then yank it out from under you. Now…it must be said that this only works in cartoons…we all know that right?
Well to our surprise it also works in real life, in Portugal. We yanked the rug and you flew. You got up, started crying and went to your room. We were shocked. We were too scared to go check on you, and as we sat in dismay we noticed splatters of chocolate icing on the walls, tv, floor, ceiling. We were trying not to laugh and we really were worried about you when suddenly…you start to laugh. From the other side of the apartment we hear your laugh…that laugh. We were so relieved. Not only were you alive, but you weren’t mad. You came back in the living room, with tears running down your face, and said something to the tune of “Smokes!”.
You have the best spirit Heather. You said something in Portugal that has stuck with me…I just said it when talking to someone the other day. We were talking about people not understanding something and you said, “no one knows what it’s like to be ME going through THIS right now.” That thought is so true. I know how I feel but I can NEVER know how someone else really feels…not really. So it helps me remember to listen and hear what someone is saying when they’re describing their hurt. I love you Heather…thanks for sharing your heart with me for so long.