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The Impact Made by A Child’s Life…and Death

In December of 2007, I lost my nine-year-old little boy without any warning. He was having headaches for about a week and the doctor told us it was just migraines. Three days before Christmas, he woke up with another one of the painful headaches and his father and I told him to rest. We checked on him every twenty minutes or so and he seemed to be sleeping peacefully. The last time my husband went in to check on him, he was already gone. We tried CPR and the paramedics came immediately, but there was nothing we could do. It wasn’t until a few weeks later that we learned he had an aggressive brain tumor that took him from us.

In the week that followed, many people told us that Christmas would never be the same. On the day of my son Heller’s life celebration, my mother said these words:

“Many people have mentioned the fact that this tragedy is heightened by the fact that it happened around Christmas, and they wonder how we will ever get through another Christmas. Christmas is Christ’s day and we will continue to celebrate Jesus on that day!”

But December 22 will be a day reserved for celebrating the life of Heller, and we will celebrate on that day the way he would want us to. On that day, we will go out and make a change, do a good deed, and let the world know that a little boy once lived for that special reason. On December 22, we would like everyone here to join us…walk up to a stranger out Christmas shopping, hand them $10.00, $25.00, or whatever; mend a broken relationship; help your mom around the house; or help an elderly neighbor decorate his house; do whatever you can to make someone else’s life a little better and tell them you are doing it for your nephew, friend, classmate, and that you are doing it to honor him.

And then, if you want to, cry a few tears. Finally, say a prayer of thanks to the God who allowed us to enjoy Heller for 9 years. And then on December 25th celebrate Christ with joy…with Heller.”

Heller was a special little boy. He had a heart of gold and we were always amazed at the love that poured from him for others. Below is a post sent to us through his memorial guestbook. It shows how even a nine-year-old can brighten someone’s day.

It reads:

“I’M SO VERY SORRY FOR YOUR LOSS. I worked in the school lunchroom at Alafia when Heller was in the 1st & 2nd grade and will always remember him telling me and Ms. Freda how pretty we looked and how pretty our shirt was each and every day. No matter how bad of day I was having he always may my day worthwhile. I love him and will miss him very much.”

Valrico, FL United States

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  1. My name is Ashley Heller, and I am very honored to say that that amazing little boy you just read about is my nephew. The story my sister shared can’t even BEGIN to explain how amazing he is. He was the most important thing in my life. Heller and I always had a very special bond. He was my “Stinky”… and I love him very much! I hope that everyone reads this story and shares it with EVERYONE they know. So on Dec. 22nd someone walks up to me that I don’t know and does a good deed and tells me that its because of a little boy named Heller, then I will know we did what we needed to do!

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