Friend remembers last conversation


David HubbardWeb Editor

I have known Heather Murphey for over 13 years. She was one of my most respected and admired friends. Heather never had a “filter.” She spoke her mind straight from the heart, a trait I always respected.

I first met Heather in 1995, as a member of the Society for Creative Anachronism, a medieval/Renaissance organization dedicated to the re-enactment and re-creation of the Middle Ages. Heather had a gift for knitting and crafts and recently informed me I was her inspiration for sewing and costuming, a talent she translated into making handcrafted dolls and doll costumes.

Heather was intelligent, bright and witty. Rarely did I not crack a smile whenever I saw her, anticipating a playful barb or a poignant question. She always brought a smile to my face and joy to my heart.

Heather had always wanted to be a mother. Last week when we met at the local HyVee store in Brookings, a young child passed by pushing a bright green shopping cart and Heather said, “I want one of those.”

I responded, “A small green shopping cart?”

“No,” she joked, “but that would explain my back issues.”

I will miss our spontaneous talks. Our meetings these past three years were mostly impromptu, as we both had busy schedules. However, she always had a way of lifting my heart and leaving me with a smile. Heather will be missed.