Heather

 I met Heather at uni. She was the first person I knew who had an openly gay sibling. Heather was the youngest in her family and her older sister, a nutritionist, was living with a woman. We all met this woman at Heather's 21st and I distinctly recall Wendy asking her about horseriding, because they were both horse mad, and how on earth did this lady ride a horse with no bra on. Isn't it uncomfortable, she inquired.

Heather was accident prone. Particularly in vehicles. She wrote off two brand new vehicles, Holden Barinas, one of which, had passengers in it at the time, and I remember getting a letter while I was overseas from a friend who said, "we had time to say, 'Hey Heather, I think you're going to hit that pole'"

Heather's mum was an amazing baker and every semester sent Heather back to uni with the hugest container of home made biscuits, utterly delicious.

I kept in touch with Heather, every Christmas and every birthday, we'd send each other funny cards. She married a Mark, I married a Mark, her kids came first, mine took a little longer. She came to see me in Ballarat with her daughter. She came and met me at Lake Weeroona when Jared was a baby and had a cuddle. And most recently, she kindly babysat my kids so I could attend my friend Lisa's wedding in Bendigo.