Heather was born on the 18th day of August in 1981., at the Le Fevre Community Hospital, and quickly grew into a cute little girl, who was a good talker, liked to copy people's actions, such as her mother doing her exercises, and she loved to be the centre of attention.

At the age of three years, Heather began Tap and Jazz Ballet, and continued that interest for about ten years. Heather attended the Largs Bay Primary and the Taperoo High School. At Primary School Heather played a little bit of netball, but particularly liked craft work, which continued into High School, where she made a beautiful knife block at Woodwork Classes. An excellent sewer, Heather liked needle point, and sewed many thousands of sequins and beads on to her dancing costumes. Heather enjoyed Drama classes very much, and participated in Rock and Roll Eisteddfods.

Possessing a bright and bubby personality, Heather was a happy-go-lucky girl, who had lots of friends, liked music, LOUD music, and enjoyed the movies. With her family, Heather attended the Taperoo Uniting Church for some time, and was a member of the Youth Group there, and among other activities, picnics enjoyed with family and friends were a part of life for Heather.

Heather liked junk food, especially chocolate and chips, she liked to cook, and make toffees and popcorn. Heather was always a busy girl, and although she had no set goals in life, like many young people her age, she achieved and succeeded well at anything she attempted to do.

A couple of years before her death, Heather began to struggle with some of the social changes and the pressure and difficulty many young people experience in the transition period between being a child and a young adult. However, she remained a very loving daughter, sister, and grand daughter, and was a loyal friend to her many friends and peers. A unique and very special young woman, Heather's contribution to her family and to life will be remembered always.

Heather's life came to a close on the 17th day of January (1998)

She was sixteen years of age.

Do not stand at my grave and weep:
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond glints on snow;
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight;
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry:
I am not there. I did not die.

İMary E.Frye 1932