Some lives are meant to be long, unfolding over decades, filled with love, laughter, and memories made across generations. Jessica Herrera should have had that kind of life. She should still be here—creating new moments, wrapping her arms around the people she loved, and filling the world with the joy that seemed to radiate effortlessly from her. But instead, her story was cut short, leaving behind a space that can never be filled.

Jessica was known for her fun-loving spirit. She had a way of making the ordinary feel special, turning everyday moments into treasured memories. She brought light into the lives of those around her, not through grand gestures, but through the way she loved, the way she laughed, and the way she made people feel seen. She had a presence that could lift spirits and a heart that made space for everyone.

For those who loved her, the loss is impossible to put into words. There is no way to measure the depth of missing her. There are moments that replay over and over—memories that bring both comfort and sorrow. One of those memories is a day at Scissortail Park in downtown Oklahoma City. It was a simple, beautiful day, spent riding scooters with her mom and grandson. The kind of moment that doesn’t seem extraordinary at the time but becomes priceless in hindsight. The laughter, the wind in their hair, the feeling of togetherness—it is a memory that will be held onto tightly, a reminder of the love and joy that Jessica brought into the world.

Her absence leaves behind questions that may never have answers, but one thing is certain—Jessica did not do this to herself. Her family knows the truth, and that truth will never be forgotten. She deserved more time. She deserved more love, more happiness, more years to create the life she should have had. But what she did have, she filled with love. And that love will never disappear.

There are no words strong enough to ease the pain of losing her. There is no way to go back and change what happened. But there is love—enduring, unshaken, unbreakable love. The kind of love that does not fade with time, that does not lessen with distance. Jessica will always be remembered, not just for the way her life ended, but for the way she lived. She will be remembered in laughter, in the stories told, in the echoes of the life she should have had.

If her family could share one more thing with her, they’d say, “Jess I'm so proud of you I know u didn't do this to urself someone did it to you jess i love you so much .”

Jessica Herrera was light, she was joy, she was love. And though her time here was far too short, her impact was immeasurable. She was loved deeply. She will be missed endlessly. And she will never, ever be forgotten.