Stuart Jay Heyman

Mr. Heyman was THE best teacher in all of my grade school. Always made me feel understood. And I couldn´t get enough of his dad jokes! So terribly sorry I wasn´t at the memorial...

Buster was a great fraternity brother full of spirit. One of the four Jewish members in our pledge class. We always called him from the dinner in nyc preceding the Duke bball game in December. A privilege to have known him.

I've known Skip since Jr High. We were voted Most dependable and Done most for class our senior year. He was one of my dearest friends from my youth I just learned of his passing recently when inquiring about our 50th class reunion. I can't imagine it without him. He will be missed. My prayers to his family

Skip was a very dear soccer buddy from the very beginning of my time in the old mens' soccer league. Great teammate, always upbeat, reliable, quick wit and full of jokes and stories. He will be dearly missed on the pitch and fondly remembered at "the pub" afterwards. Thanks for being in our goal, Keeper!

Mr. Heyman was my daughters math teacher many years ago and she always spoke so highly of him. I remember that he was always very kind, supportive and encouraging to her, more so than the average teacher because it made a lasting impression on her. My deepest sympathies to your family on the loss of Mr. Heyman.

Mr. Heyman was the kind of dad that everyone wanted as their own. He was genuinely interested in all of Jill’s friends, even long after we all graduated high school. We shared a passion for soccer and he was our biggest fan. He will truly be missed and will always hold a special place in my heart. Much love to the Heyman family.

I had the pleasure of playing both over-40 and over-50 soccer with and against Skip has either a Goalie myself or as a Defender. Those were awesome times we both dearly cherished; before, during and after the games. In addition, both my wife and I enjoyed many hectic nights working the Salem High School Concession Stand with Skip. The evenings were almost always fast-paced and chaotic, but Skip always somehow kept things running smoothly. There always seemed to be a few remaining hot dogs...

None of his soccer buddies will forget Skip the Goalie. I remember his distinctive powerful voice — often directing me to defend against attacking players. But after the game he was someone I enjoyed having a blether and a beer with — he had an engaging and kind way about him. He is missed.

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