1991-2026
To my sister Lindsay Dawn Hett,
On June 17th, 1991, you arrived in this world and began a journey that would touch so many people’s lives. You would soon come home to the old two-story farmhouse, and we would become an inseparable duo. Myself at 6 years old gained my only sibling and a built-in best friend.
We would spend your first three years having a blast on the farm; chasing and playing with the dogs, climbing in trees, wrestling with each other, fighting over the bean bag, and just being the light of our parents’ eyes. We would cruise the back country roads with Mom and Dad on the way to a fishing hole, help Grandma and Grandpa Leffler with the cattle, and spend time with Grandma and Grandpa Hett while Mom and Dad worked. Grandma Hett always called you her sunshine girl, and just like sunshine, you brightened everyone’s day. Your fun personality and intelligence, with a little bit of orneriness, defined the beautiful blonde-haired blue-eyed girl that you were.
Then a devastating virus turned our world upside down. At only age 3, you had to fight for your life for months in multiple Intensive Care Units. You survived the fight, but it stole your ability to talk, walk, laugh, cry, or ever live out the fairytale life that you deserved. The last words you ever spoke to me were, “I love you, butthead.” Little did we know that this would set in motion 31 years of creating the most fun and creative ways to make your life one worth living.
It may not sound like it so far, but we were lucky. We were lucky to have been born to our parents Darrin and Terri Hett. The movies may show superheroes fighting bad guys, but we were able to live with true Superheroes. Mom selflessly gave her whole life and attention to keeping you healthy. Sleeping in a recliner right next to your bed every night for 32 years straight, waiting for the slightest hint of uncomfortableness from you. Alarms set every 2 hours to check on you or give you needed medications. There is not another mom that could ever fill her shoes. Our parents went above and beyond to give us the childhood most kids could only dream of.
From our family trips to Texas to watch our Dallas Cowboys play, to concerts all across the state and surrounding areas, their goal was to make your life as fulfilling as possible. Speaking of concerts, you, Dad, Mom, and your friend Aaron were able to hang out stage-side with Taylor Swift’s mom and watch Taylor perform. Lucky.
As you became older, we continued to adapt all our favorite things for you to join in on the fun. Dad and I built your first electric fishing reel from scratch; it might have reeled fish in a bit too quickly! You would eventually have many creations controlled by you activating a simple switch with your hand. Some of my favorites were your fishing reels, bowling ball ramp with ball release, a modified Xbox controller for you to do the shooting while you and Dad played Call of Duty, a ball launcher to play fetch with your dog Vegas, and your custom controller to drive our RC cars together.
Fishing was your passion. You shared your love of fishing by hosting a wheelchair fishing tournament for your fellow disabled friends annually for nearly 10 years. These events brought in 20+ disabled friends from the surrounding areas to fish and win prizes. Your other biggest passion was your animals. You were loved dearly by your best friend and Appaloosa horse Charlie for over 25 years. Your Shetland ponies Oreo and Star would always come to the fence for you. The many dogs and cats that loved to cuddle at your feet of the bed could feel the positive, inspiring aura that you projected.
Then came fantasy sports and helping Mom and Dad gamble. You and Dad always had communication down to a science. He was your translator to the world. With a turn of your head and a squinting of your eyes, you would talk to Dad and answer his questions. The patience between both of you never wavered. When it came to picking your sport lineups, you picked winners. Many people across the states had their fantasy feelings hurt by LINDSAYSCOWBOYS. When you would tell Dad to go with the over or under, he was all in. All of us were always all in for you, Lindsay.
On April 27th, 2026, Heaven won its tug-of-war and took you home to let you finally run and dance and sing again. We know Grandma and Grandpa Hett and Uncle Tim were waiting for you with Charlie saddled up and ready to ride. The love and time you shared with my children is the greatest gift you ever gave me. Hayden, Joss, and Layton have been forever changed and molded into better people by having you in their life. They truly loved and adored their Aunt Lindsay.
I love you, butthead.
Lindsay is survived by her loving father and mother of the home Darrin and Terri Hett of Canton; her brother Quinton (Lacy) Hett of Canton; her nephew and nieces Hayden, Joss, and Layton Hett of Canton; her maternal grandparents Don and Georgianna Leffler of McPherson; and numerous aunts, uncles, and cousins.
Lindsay was preceded in death by her paternal grandparents Don and Dolores Hett and her uncle Tim Leffler.
A cremation has taken place, and a service is not scheduled at this time.
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to Multi Community Diversified Services Inc (MCDS) of McPherson in Lindsay’s name.
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