Lyndsie Michelle Bratta

Lyndsie Michelle Bratta (Pickren), 33, passed away on November 12, 2025. Born on May 30, 1992, in West Palm Beach, Florida, to James and Michelle Pickren, Lyndsie was raised across South and Central Florida. Her vibrant spirit and relentless determination were evident from a young age.

An honors student and graduate of East Ridge High School’s Class of 2010 in Clermont, Florida, Lyndsie went on to earn her A.A. at Lake Sumter Community College. She was a Certified Veterinary Technician, Certified Nursing Assistant, Welder, Fabricator, and Quality Inspector. She generously shared her gifts and compassion through volunteer work with the Oregon Humane Society Search and Rescue Team, Clackamas County Animal Shelter, Lake Sumter Community College, and the Clackamas Community College welding program. She also taught in a Vet Tech program in Florida, nurturing the next generation with her characteristic patience, humor, and dedication.

Lyndsie met the love of her life, Chris Bratta, in 9th grade gym class, and their friendship blossomed through high school. After high school, they temporarily lost contact. Lyndsie went off to college, and Chris joined the military. Chris returned from military training and began college where they crossed paths and instantly reconnected. Their friendship deepened, and on January 1st, 2013, they began their life together as a couple. In March of 2017, Lyndsie moved across the country to be with Chris, and on May 28th, 2017, Chris proposed. Their wedding took place on October 13th, 2018, on beautiful Agate Beach. Lyndsie and Chris share a love that feels destined, two hearts and minds moving as one. They treasure each other’s passions, interests, and joys, always finding comfort and happiness in simply being together. Their bond remains unwavering, their devotion wholehearted, their love something truly rare and extraordinary.

Lyndsie began her first job and her first calling in veterinary medicine. At just 14, she worked as a kennel assistant, determined to learn everything she could. From there, she trained relentlessly, climbing each rung of the ladder until she proudly earned her certification as a Veterinary Technician. She worked in several clinics throughout Orlando during those years, learning new skills, forming friendships, and helping every animal she could. Her dedication and natural gift for teaching eventually led her to a position instructing students in a Veterinary Technician program. She quickly grew to love teaching, constantly refining her methods and searching for better ways to help her students understand, grow, and succeed. Tragically, the school closed in 2015, and Lyndsie ultimately stepped away from the field of veterinary medicine to pursue a new chapter in her life.

She truly found her calling as a welder and fabricator, pouring her heart into every piece she created. She reached a new milestone in her career as she recently stepped into a quality inspector role at ReconCraft, a place where her talent and dedication shined. She loved her work and carried immense pride in it. She always lifted the spirits of those around her with her kindness, humor, and fierce support. A natural teacher, Lyndsie guided and nurtured so many of the fabricators in her shop, offering patience, wisdom, and care. Her coworkers shared countless stories of how she taught, encouraged, and stood beside them, often becoming not only a trusted mentor but also their resident veterinarian, therapist, and motivational coach. Her presence filled the shop with warmth, laughter, and an unwavering sense of support.

Lyndsie was an extraordinarily talented and creative soul. Her family and friends are blessed to cherish the many pieces of her artistry: drawings, paintings, stained glass, woodworking, crocheted and knitted creations, and metalwork, each one a reflection of her imagination, skill, and generous spirit.

She truly blossomed after moving to the Pacific Northwest, becoming a true Oregonian at heart. She fell deeply in love with the beauty of nature and sought it out wherever it was hidden, no matter the challenge. She climbed mountains to greet the sunrise and take in awe-inspiring views. She hiked miles in search of waterfalls, mushrooms, and the quiet creatures of the forest. She waded through glacier-fed rivers to sit on sun warmed boulders, to play with aquatic life, or to gather pieces of wood for her next project. She drove endless miles along winding mountain roads in search of secret campsites, and up and down the coast to explore every nook and cranny that others might simply pass by. She examined every tidepool she could find for the treasures tucked within and ventured out into the Pacific on historic boats to experience the ocean’s wonder.

Lyndsie also had a profound connection with animals. She was a friend to any creature in need, often bringing home animals to rehab and care for. Though she loved all the pets she grew up with, dogs held a particularly special place in her heart. She spent countless hours volunteering with animal rescues and never hesitated to help any dog that crossed her path.

Lyndsie was beautiful, incredibly smart, and communicated best through vulgar language, laughter, and hugs. She was always there to listen, offer heartfelt advice, and then tell you to get off your ass and push you to accomplish it yourself. She encouraged people to find their voice, their courage and to become the version of themselves they wanted to be, not the version the world expected. She especially passed these values on to her younger sister Sophia, whom she named, cherished, and helped shape with unwavering love. She was fiercely devoted to the people and things she cared about. Though she carried a tough shell, anyone who broke through it found a heart full of warmth, love, compassion, and an endless supply of dirty and absurd humor. There was a universe in her eyes. When she looked at you with love, it was like something inside you finally unclenched. The heaviness you carried did not feel so heavy; the hurt did not cut so deep. She had this way of lighting up the dark without even trying. And her smile and laugh were impossible to resist. One grin, one stupid joke, and she could pull you out of whatever hole you were in. Her presence, her humor, her fire, and her loyalty left an imprint on everyone lucky enough to know her. The love she gave will continue to echo in the lives she touched and the hearts she helped shape.

Lyndsie would want to be remembered as the beautiful, bold, loving, badass force of nature she was, fearless, honest, fiercely loyal, and unapologetically herself. A woman whose fire and compassion could tear down your walls, lift you back up, and remind you that you were stronger than you believed. She carried a light that changed everyone lucky enough to cross her path, a light that slipped into the shadows of your life, pushing back the darkness and reminding you that hope still lived there.

She is survived by her loving and insanely devoted husband, Christopher John Bratta; parents James and Michelle (Knitzer) Pickren, Jr.; sister Sophia Grace Pickren; in-laws John and Karen Bratta; paternal grandparents James and Joyce Pickren, Sr. and Steven and Carol Reaves; maternal grandparents David and Barbara Yoresh; hundreds of aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends; and of course, her two amazing dogs June and Cash.

For those wishing to offer their love and support during this difficult time, a GoFundMe has been created by friends and family to help Chris as he navigates life without his beloved Lyndsie: https://gofund.me/51ed024aa

Lyndsie will be forever loved, deeply missed, and eternally remembered.