In loving memory of Holli Pocket, born Hollianne Brown on September 16, 1988. Holli was not just a person; she was a beacon of kindness, a soul immersed in the spiritual realm from the moment she drew her first breath. Her existence was a testament to the depth of human connection and the beauty of embracing the unknown.

Holli found solace and wonder in exploring the possibilities of life beyond the veil, drawn to the quiet whispers of forgotten graveyards and the haunting allure of midnight ghost hunts with her beloved Hank. Her spirit thrived in the shadows, finding peace in the midst of darkness. Holli often said “ It has never been dead people that I'm afraid of! It's those that are alive I fear the most”

Yet, amidst her adventures in the supernatural, Holli remained grounded in the warmth of home and the love of her cherished family. She found joy in the simple moments spent with Hank, and their fur children, her two beloved dogs.

Holli's legacy transcends the confines of time and space. In the somber aftermath of Holli's passing; she leaves behind The love of her life Henry “ Hank” Cannon, her dogs, a multitude of hearts she touched with her boundless love and unwavering compassion., and the most important person in Holli's heart, her cherished Son Cash, a ginger-haired boy of tender years, stands as a reminder of her enduring love. Though their time together was fleeting, her affection for him knew no bounds. Even in her absence, her love for Cash. As he navigates the uncertain road ahead, may he find comfort in the memories of her adoration, a precious gift that will forever reside in his heart. Her essence, undeniably beautiful and unforgettable.

As we bid farewell to Holli Pocket, we are enveloped by the somber echoes of her departure, mourning the loss of a captivating spirit. May we remember her embrace of the shadows with a fearless heart, Tackling mysteries that lay beyond mortal comprehension. She danced with the spectral whispers of forgotten realms, finding comfort in the graveyards she so loved.

Though she departs this realm, her essence lingers, etched into the very fabric of our memories. In the silence of the night, her presence won't ever pass.

Holli. May you find all the answers you sought in the great beyond.