Heather Spear Obituary, Death – I have no idea what to say; I’m speechless. I’ve been trying to put off writing this post all day… with the hopes that I would eventually wake up and realize that I was just having a terrible dream at some point… Yesterday, my childhood buddy, someone I’ve known and loved since the fourth grade, was brutally killed. My poor damaged heart can’t take it. When I relocated to Wilmington, North Carolina, when I was in the fourth grade, one of the first friends I made there was a girl named Heather. She was a caring and compassionate person from the beginning, as well as a bundle of energy, and she had the biggest, most beautiful, and most genuine grin. When I used to hang out with Heather and our mutual buddy Harper, I would ride my bike there. Countless sleepovers, birthday parties, making it through middle school and high school together, and continuing to stay in touch as adults.
I imagined that we would all live to a ripe old age, during which we would celebrate one other’s achievements, console one another in times of need, and watch each other’s children reach various developmental stages. The pain in my chest is unbearable… Unfortunately, one of the closest friends I’ve had for a very long time was taken from this world as a result of the reality that is domestic abuse. As a person who has survived domestic violence, I am jolted to the very center of my being. This one hits a little bit too close to home. This is so unfair that it makes my heart hurt for Heather’s mother, father, brother, and children. My heart goes out to them. She deserved so much more than this, considering how quickly life can end and how brief it can be. Heather, I really wish I could relive this moment by cradling you in my arms just like in this picture. I apologize, Heather, but I do not recall asking you any questions.
I’m sorry, Heather, but I don’t know. I’m asking everyone on my timeline to please pray for Heather’s family because this is such a shocking and heartbreaking development that it’s hard to believe it’s real. Heather, I don’t even know what to say. I have no idea what to say; I’m speechless. I’ve been trying to put off writing this post all day… with the hopes that I would eventually wake up and realize that I was just having a terrible dream at some point… Yesterday, my childhood buddy, someone I’ve known and loved since the fourth grade, was brutally killed. My poor damaged heart can’t take it. When I relocated to Wilmington, North Carolina, when I was in the fourth grade, one of the first friends I made there was a girl named Heather. She was a caring and compassionate person from the beginning, as well as a bundle of energy, and she had the biggest, most beautiful, and most genuine grin.
When I used to hang out with Heather and our mutual buddy Harper, I would ride my bike there. Countless sleepovers, birthday parties, making it through middle school and high school together, and continuing to stay in touch as adults. I imagined that we would all live to a ripe old age, during which we would celebrate one other’s achievements, console one another in times of need, and watch each other’s children reach various developmental stages. The pain in my chest is unbearable… Unfortunately, one of the closest friends I’ve had for a very long time was taken from this world as a result of the reality that is domestic abuse. As a person who has survived domestic violence, I am jolted to the very center of my being. This one hits a little bit too close to home. This is so unfair that it makes my heart hurt for Heather’s mother, father, brother, and children.
My heart goes out to them. She deserved so much more than this, considering how quickly life can end and how brief it can be. Heather, I really wish I could relive this moment by cradling you in my arms just like in this picture. I apologize, Heather, but I do not recall asking you any questions. I’m sorry, Heather, but I don’t know. I’m asking everyone on my timeline to please pray for Heather’s family because this is such a shocking and heartbreaking development that it’s hard to believe it’s real. Heather, I don’t even know what to say.