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The mission of The Heather J. Kwiate Foundation is to create positive change in the lives of those impacted by domestic violence, to raise awareness, and to develop sustainable strategies for prevention. The Foundation provides a network that includes access to safe-havens for the abused and their families. By empowering them through emotional support, emergency funding, job skills training, and other educational opportunities we strive to give help and hope to those in need in an effort to End the Silence and STOP the VIOLENCE!

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Lindsay's Voice- Words From Heather's Cousin

She wasn’t just some story in the paper. She was a friend, a cousin, a grandchild, a daughter, a mother. She was someone’s hero, savior, and comfort when their own ends seemed to fray. She wasn’t just front page news. She was a dreamer. Like the John Lennon song. The smallest pieces of her had ambition. She knew what fear was but chose to ignore it and she was adored all her life. People always said she looked like she walked right out of a magazine but her beauty rooted so much deeper than that.
Now that she’s gone the world seems to turn a little bit slower, the sun seems a little bit farther out in the sky, and flowers seem to wilt a little bit faster. I feel bad for these faces that never got to know hers. I feel bad for these people who never got to feel her smile. Because that’s what kind of person she was. A person who made you feel. The kind of person everyone wanted to be around.
I’ve heard a quote it went something like this: “People always get what they deserve.” How false could that be. The world wasn’t ready for Heather to be taken away.
You see that now? Everything is different. 
It’s almost as if the clouds cry too. The whole world is suffering from what it inevitably needed. No longer can it feel the bare foot steps of her walking in the summer. No longer can it hear the laughter of her daughters jumping into her arms. No longer can the sun caress her delicate golden hair. 
Night seems darker and colder now. The cold seems more bitter and silence seems more unbearable. But not all is bad. Like a name carved into a tree or a bike tire in wet cement. It will lay there forever just as Heather will be in all of us. 
Like a hand print in the sand that may wash away but the tide still remembers to come back for more. So often do we fear forgetting when we have known it all along, how impossible it is to forget something that is a part of all of us. We are the bark for which she carved. We are the wet cement for which she molded. 
We are the tide that will never forget. Many speak of her coming back but I for one have believed it all along. ...She never left. -Lindsay

2 comments:

~Nicole~ said...

The clouds do cry... they are tears from heaven. And so did I while reading the Lindsay's post. I thought it was so sad yet so beautiful. I'm so sorry for your tragic loss, I cannot even imagine.

~Nicole~

~Nicole~ said...

The clouds do cry... they are tears from heaven. And so did I while reading this article. Your thoughts and words are so sad, yet beautiful at the same time. I'm so sorry for your loss.

~Nicole~