Eulogies for an artist, writer, poet, health warrior, activist who came full circle at age 27
A shy, newsroom-raised girl blossoming into a leader
By Fleur Harris
We said our final goodbyes to Nikki. It’s hard to make sense of this loss, and even harder to fathom the depth of her mother’s grief losing her only child at just 27.
I’ve known Nikki since she was in kindergarten — I can still clearly remember her in her school uniform (white blouse and red and white striped skirt) and her mop top-like hair. She was one of the kids who ran around the newsroom after school while waiting on their parents to make deadline.
Nikki was a gifted artist, loved books, and understood the power of words. It was clear, hearing her friends’ testimonials last night, that she made an impact during her short life. She was shy and yet was a leader. She was a rising feminist and activist. She was sweet, kind, and respectful, never failing to address me and her mom’s other friends as “Ate” or “Tita.” She loved kids and didn’t mind playing silly games with them. Above all, she fiercely loved her mother.
Journey on, Nikki, to a place where there’s no more pain and suffering. Draw to your heart’s content. Watch over your mom. And maybe someday, somewhere beyond this life, we’ll see each other once again.
(Fleur Harris is a Virginia-based editor of the DC Bar.)