NICHOLE ZIMMERMAN

Nichole Alexandra Zimmerman was a light that burned brilliantly, her heart forever drawn to the beauty of creation. Animals were her kindred spirits. She found solace in the wilderness, wonder in the rhythm of the waves, and joy beneath starry camping skies.

When she became a mother, her light grew even brighter. Her son was the center of her world, the reason her laughter rang louder, her love ran deeper. Their bond was unshakable, their moments together etched in time like the sweetest melody.

She cherished her family with the deepest devotion, weaving love into every shared memory, every quiet conversation, every spontaneous adventure. Her humor, her wit, her vibrant spirit—these were the threads of her being, binding her to those fortunate enough to call her their own. Nichole's life was a symphony of passions. She found escape and wonder in books, her imagination painting vibrant worlds. Her voice, a gift of grace, soared in song, each note carrying her heart into the lives of those who listened.

But tragedy stole her too soon. A single moment she used a xanax that was laced with fentanyl and this silenced her song. She and her fiancé were taken on the eve of her birthday, leaving behind an 8-month-old son, her brightest legacy. The loss is a wound that will never fully heal, a reminder of the unseen dangers that plague our world.

Nichole’s light may no longer grace this earth, but it lives on in the hearts of those who knew her. In the love she gave, the music she created, and the laughter she shared, her spirit remains eternal. Rest gently, Nichole. You are forever loved, forever missed, and forever cherished.