Jarrad Woods

Dear Roy,

I don't have a story to share, but you might be able to use this instead (below).

Heather was my aunt. She looked after me when I was young, I saw her at family gatherings, and occasionally we spoke or exchanged email. That's not really important. What's important is that she laughed. She laughed at the world and encouraged it to laugh with her. Heather showed us that life can be a wonderful, fantastic adventure. The trick is to be bold enough to try. We should be bold now in her passing, and not dither, blame, or reject it. Today is a day to love, and laugh, and cry.

Please give my love to the family,
Jarrad

dear jarrad,

there is one story that heather always remembers about you - i think you were only about 8 or 10 and we were going out and you had forgotten your shoes so she made you come anyway without shoes to the zoo, one of your sisters took pity on you and carried you across the sand dunes.

love roy