A ‘defender of the weak’, she had a strong, nurturing way about her. She helped others as a social worker and a Wiccan priestess.
Heather, like her father, was an avid reader. Bursting with imagination, she often read or made up stories for her brother and sisters. Fantasies and ghost stories were favourite subjects. In 1982, the Carrs moved to Tumbler Ridge, B.C., where Jack got work at a grocery store. Heather was a pudgy girl, with coke-bottle glasses, and different. Though fearless, she was still sometimes picked on. She buried her pain, says her mom, but she always noticed it in others: “She was a defender of the weak her whole life,” says Judy. She brought home anybody who was having a problem. Their house, says sister Sheri, was a revolving door “of the wounded and hurt.” (more...)
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