ďAll human life has its seasons, and no oneís personal chaos can be permanent: winter, after all does not last forever does it? There is summer, too, and spring, and though sometimes when branches stay dark and the earth cracks with ice, one thinks they will never come, that spring, that summer, but they do, and always." T.Capote
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Heather, age 16
My journey with heartache began March 1st 1998. I was pulling weeds in the front yard when I got a call from Heatherís mother. Her voice was stressed and she asked me to sit down. That was when I knew Heather was dead. My life was not prepared for what was to follow. Heatherís body was discovered dumped on a remote rural highway in Kansas. She had been dead three or four days. Cause of death was blunt force trauma to the head and strangulation. She was sixteen years old. Heather was like a daughter to me.
Heather was gifted in the subject of literature. She loved to read and write stories, poetry or songs. She loved to sing. You could name a Disney film and she could sing the musical score from memory. Heather was fun to be with and she was also difficult. She was stubborn and had trouble with any kind of authority. You could say she was a troubled soul. She would rather be homeless, living on the road with strangers than be in any structured environment. She was known t hitchhike with truckers or anyone for that matter. Iíve always felt Heather was trying to outrun her own personal emotional pain.
There is not a day that goes by that I wish I had Heather and the headaches that went along wither, then to be dealing with pain and heartache for the rest of my life.