Whitney Heichel: A Life Cut Short

Whitney Heichel, not anyone I personally knew or even ever met. But still I feel like I knew her. She had this amazing smile, like electricity! She had the sweetest eyes, like the eyes of a doe. She had a charm about her that came across in all her photos. She was so beautiful.

She was someones daughter, sister, cousin, aunt, Grand daughter, niece, friend, spiritual sister. She was a great many things to a great many people. As seen in all the facebook comments on her memorial page.

People from all over the world commenting about their spiritual sister they never met. But still loved, as family. Countless people hoping for her safe return, Witness and non Witness looking for her in the cold trying to find her, hoping she would still be found alive. ‘

But to their sad terror, she was found dumped like garbage on the side of a road on Larch Mountain in Oregon. Why this story has touched so many is because of the character of Whitney, she was the kind of person who was willing to help someone in need. And known to be always on time and a good christian. She was newly married and loved her Husband so much! There was nothing in her profile that suggested otherwise!

The pig who took her young life had the nerve to even show up to one of the meetings for her search and rescue… the whole time knowing she was dead.

What he did to her is unspeakable! I dont even want to really know all the extent of his violence toward someone so harmless! She was such a classic beauty. And like a rose….gone all too soon!

John 5:28,29 is the promise she has to look forward to, She will hear Jesus call her name to wake up and come out of her memorial tomb… and she will awaken to a new paradise earth where she will have no memories of the sick day that ended with her violent death, and she will see her family and loved ones again. Tears of joy will be shed and everyone will be so excited to welcome Whitney and so many others back form the death state they were held captive in!

The true justice will come from Jehovah God… not man.

But mans court will have to do for now, Lets hope her killer gets to see the wrath of Jehovah for what he has done!

May there be true peace and happiness for her Husband Clinton, and her Mother, father and sisters and brother….. May they all have comfort from the Bible and Jehovah’s promise that soon all bad things will come to an end and there will only be the paradise earth and loving mankind in it!

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Before You Killed Me…

I remember being a small and happy little girl. Always smiling, and laughing. Full of joy and imagination. 

Seeing the world as a big place full of surprises and joy. I remember thinking you were the best person in the world. My protector, someone to look up to, someone who would chase the monsters away. 

I remember having a dream of being an actress… living in Hollywood making movies like Marilyn Monroe. 

I remember thinking my life was pretty good. 

I remember having friends, I remember going to play with those friends and spending the night at their houses and they would stay at ours.

I remember when you and mom chose to move to the farm. I didn’t want to go and leave my friends and school. 

I remember attending a school in the south, being from Chicago it was a real culture shock! I remember not being allowed to have any friends, not allowed to go to their houses or let them call me or come to mine. I remember living on that farm I didn’t ask to live on out in the middle of no where and seeing my childhood melt into nothingness. I remember being so small and having to feed giant cows and pigs at the crack of dawn with my brothers and mother, while my eldest sister slept in her bad. 

I remember seeing my brothers get beat for not doing their jobs right, I remember being beat for not doing mine. And yet where were YOU? Oh I remember standing over to the side of the barn yelling  obscenities at us. I remember the nasty names you called my brothers and I. Some names also were insulting to our mother! I remember how you ripped my hair out by its roots on several occasions, how you pulled a shotgun out at my big brother and how you viciously beat my little brothers and I. 

I remember when you decided 
I shouldn’t have a happy childhood anymore…. You molested me! You Killed ME! I died at the age of 11. Who ever I was supposed to be … you killed her! You stole everything from me. My safety, my innocence, my happiness, my joy, my dreams, my life, my virginity! You stole all that from me and to this day, try to justify your sick and deranged actions! You killed me! You took everything I was supposed to be and destroyed it! You beat me, kicked me, ripped my hair out, threatened to RAPE me ( as if you weren’t already) kicked the skin off the back of my leg because I wasn’t moving fast enough picking up garbage in the woods. And now all I can do is remember who I was before you killed me! That little girl seems to be a fairy tale to me now. Not real just a story someone told me once and image in a photo of someone I never knew! The anger that lives inside me and the nightmares that come to life every night to this day are the result of what you did to me! 

I will never forgive you for killing the girl I was to be… before you killed me! 

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