Holly Jean Beall

Holly Jean Beall, age 32, of Winthrop, Arkansas, passed away on September 8, 2025. She was born on June 25, 1993, in Texarkana, Texas, to Lori Oglesby-Beall and Alan Beall. Holly is survived by her sister, Leah Beall, and preceded in death by her mother, Lori Oglesby-Beall, and her father, Alan Beall. She will be deeply missed by her family, friends, and all who were blessed to know her. A service in her memory will be determined at a later date. Many people saw a version of Holly that was tough, boisterous, and honestly just a lot of personality. But many were also lucky enough to see her soft side, the one that believed in the ability to improve, to shift, to transform. She may have tried to curate the persona that she was more headstrong than she actually was, but she was much softer on the inside. Holly was a hard worker, whether it meant school or work. She loved to cook and even liked to clean—spending hours organizing things and sorting them into boxes and their own space to make it look neat and tidy. She liked hugs. She enjoyed rocking out to metal music—and ensuring everyone around her could hear it as well. She loved the color purple, edgy makeup and curly hair, funny T-shirts binging Law & Order: SVU, and decorating her living space. But these are all very trivial things to observe when you look at the life of a person and the meaningful contributions they made to the world. Those contributions are often the things that meant the most to us but also the things that are the hardest to put into tangible words in a way that captures the essence of who those people are, especially during a period of grief and mourning. She was actually a very soft-hearted soul, always seeing the best in people. Where others saw failure, she saw potential to grow; where others saw flaws, she saw a human in need of extra kindness. She believed in second chances—for other people more than for herself. She believed that everyone could do better if given the chance to improve at their own pace, the space to explore who they want to be, and the proper support system to foster transformation, and she spent a lot of time seeking those bonds for herself while also serving as that person for others lost on their own paths. Holly was full of hope, even in the bleakest of situations, and she was always working on herself. When she was off track, she took it really hard. When she was on track, nothing could stop her. When we seek to measure a person, we only need to look as far as the people they touched, the impact they had in the lives of others, and the light that they shone to light the path for anyone else left in the dark. Holly was a bright light—she was an ear that didn’t judge the speaker, a voice of reason in what sometimes felt like everlasting chaos, and a person who used her words to encourage and uplift others who felt kicked down by their own negative thoughts or cast out by society. She was there to fill that void for so many, even if she struggled to be that role for herself. The outpouring of stories all centers around her being the motivational speaker for others—an advocate for those who could not fight for themselves. So many stories about her laughter and jokes, as well as her constant, nonjudgmental support, speak volumes about the person she was and the person she will remain in the memories of others. When I look at her, I don’t see the tough exterior that she unfortunately felt she had to turn into in order to handle what could be a pretty cruel and unfair world for some, but the little sibling who was too afraid to pull her own teeth and had to have someone else do it and give her a prize for being brave. I see the person who held my hand and linked arms in bed when we were kids because I couldn’t sleep. I see the person who would walk outside with me if I had to run to the car or take me to the bathroom at night because, despite being older, I was afraid to go alone and needed her there. I see the person who would nap at the kitchen table because I could not sleep and wanted to doodle all night instead. I see vacations together, playing with toys together, and working through the complexities of life together. I see us planning to face life without our mom together as the only two left. I see someone that could not always show up for herself but would show up for anyone else who needed her—regardless of their past or station. May her death be a wake-up call for others who have faced similar monsters, her life be a survival guide for those handling trauma from multiple sources, and her light and memory a beacon for everyone who felt touched by the vibrancy of her spirit.

Holly Jean Beall

June 25, 1993 - September 8, 2025