Alexandria Nicole Curry

Born on March 7, 1990 in West Chester, Pennsylvania
Passed April 5, 2025 in Palm Bay, Florida

In Loving Memory of
Alexandria Nicole Curry
Sunrise: March 7, 1990 — Sunset: April 5, 2025

With heavy hearts, we announce the passing of our beloved daughter, Alexandria Nicole Curry, who left this world far too soon at the age of 35. Alexandria passed away on April 5, 2025, following a long and difficult battle with addiction.

She was a beautiful soul — vibrant, kind-hearted, and full of life. Her laughter could light up a room, and her love for her family was boundless. She had a quick wit and a sharp tongue — always ready with a comeback that could make you laugh even in the hardest moments. Despite her struggles, she never lost her deep affection for her two daughters, Kylee (10) and Kaylani (7), who were the light of her life and her proudest joy.

Alexandria is survived by her daughters, Kylee and Kaylani; her loving parents, Jerry and Nikki Curry; her siblings: Dominick Curry (wife Ashley) and Travis Curry (wife Bree); her four nieces and one nephew; and her grandmother, Barbara Teague. She is also survived by many aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends who loved her dearly.

She was preceded in death by her grandfathers, Donald Teague and Gene Curry, and her grandmothers, Coralee Cope and Pauletta Curry.

Addiction does not define who Alexandria was. She was a mother, a daughter, a sister, a friend — and she was deeply loved. We will remember her for the joy she brought into our lives, the fire in her spirit, and the love she gave so freely.

A memorial service to celebrate Alexandria’s life will be held on Saturday, April 26, 2025, with visitation beginning at 12 pm followed by her service at 1 pm at Brownlie-Maxwell Funeral Home, 1010 E. Palmetto Avenue, Melbourne, Florida 32901.

Rest easy, sweet Alex. You are finally at peace.

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Kamryn Williams (KillaKam) from Miami
April 29, 2025
My love a day hasn't passed me by that I didn't think of you. From total strangers to trauma bonding about our addictions and our lives up until this point. I met you when shit was hard for both of us. Far away from our family because we had to get better for them. When I first met you I was a bit excited cause I knew from one look I said to myself yeah this dime from the hood foreal. And once you found out I did hair I was your personal hairstylist. I introduced you to my people's since you were far away from home and I wanted you to feel okay. One thing I will always preach about you is the fact that you're fair. I've watched you stand up for people who has spoken down at you or just wasn't a good person to you. You have one of the purest hearts I've ever seen in a person. You stand for what's right whether you like that person or not. The entire time we were in that rehab place we spoke up for each other regardless if what anyone else thought or said. We lowkey created a close knit family that basically kept us sane. When you left I was really sad because I knew from the on until I was in a stable place to visit you myself I'd have to be the backseat driver in checking up on you. Yeah you're older than me but I was playing that maternal role as bestie. We weren't able to have those deep face to face conversations that lasted all night. We couldn't go for a walk to calm our nerves or hit the gym like we did before now it's like everything we learned while being there we had to implement going back to our old lives. I sometimes feel like it's hard to do that but I also don't want to let you down. I know you tried your best hell I watched you do it. But right now you done fighting Ma. Take a break cause you deserve that and so much more and as much as it hurts you not being here I'm so happy you found your peace. At the end of the day yo babies gon be taken care of regardless. All you gotta do from now on is sit back and watch we got it from here. 🕊❤️💯
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