Renee Nicole Good’s life was not defined by a single moment, no matter how tragic. It was defined by years of care, creativity, and connection. By the children she raised with patience and love. By the words she wrote, even if most were never published. By the way she belonged to her community without needing to be seen or praised for it.
Her absence is now part of the landscape of the place she called home. It is felt in small ways—a missing wave, an empty spot in the school pickup line, a silence where her voice once was. And yet, her presence endures in memory, in the lives she touched, and in the quiet example she left behind of what it means to live with intention, compassion, and grace.
