MEGAN DANIELLE HICKERSON

Megan Dannielle Hickerson had eyes like glacial rivers, sharp and piercing yet impossibly warm. Those icy blue depths seemed to hold secrets, stories, and a quiet understanding of the world around her. When she looked at you, it felt as though she saw you completely, and in that moment, you belonged.

Her smile was a spark—a flicker of light that could stop time. Conversations paused, rooms stilled, and all focus fell on her. Megan’s energy wasn’t loud or demanding; it was magnetic, the kind of quiet beauty that drew people in and left them better for it.

Her family’s words speak to the enormity of their loss:
“Your smile would stop conversations dead in their tracks, your icy blue eyes could melt hearts into the oven. The day you became our angel is the day our hearts shattered and left with you.”

Megan’s spirit, like her gaze, was unforgettable—both tender and fierce, a force that continues to linger in the hearts of those who loved her. Though she has become an angel, the memory of her eyes and the power of her smile remain etched in time, a legacy of light in a darkened world.