Tiffany Miki Trim

The world grew quieter on April 30, 2025, when Tiffany Miki Cartwright Trim took her final breath. And though the silence feels heavy, the legacy she leaves behind rings loud with laughter, love, strength, and a light that refuses to fade. Tiffany wasn’t just someone you knew—she was someone you felt. To be in her presence was to be seen, celebrated, and, if you were lucky, fiercely protected.

Born on January 2, 1990, in Hollywood, Florida, Tiffany was a bright light from the very beginning. At just five years old, she and her family planted new roots in Doraville, Georgia, where the story of her impact began to unfold. As a child, she explored music through the violin, and as she grew, so did her fire. In high school at Grayson, she wasn’t just a student—she was a leader, earning a place as Varsity Step Team Captain, graduating with honors in 2008, and receiving a Certificate of Invitation from the National Student Leadership Conference—a reflection of the potential she carried in every part of her being.

Tiffany's brilliance stretched far beyond the classroom. She went on to earn her Associate of Arts degree from the University of Phoenix, and in 2021, she took pride in joining the National Association of Realtors, stepping boldly into a career that allowed her to help others find home—not just in real estate, but in the way she connected with people. Tiffany had a unique talent for making spaces feel warm, safe, and alive. Just like her.

But her proudest title—by far—was mother. Tiffany was the deeply devoted mom of Isaiah Armand Trim and Moriah Mika Trim, her two heartbeats, her why. Every decision she made, every risk she took, was for them. She loved them loudly and intentionally. Tiffany didn’t just raise her children—she poured her soul into them. She taught them joy. She modeled resilience. She gave them all of her, and then some.

To her husband, Reginald “Redd” Armand Trim, she was a confidante, a partner, a mirror, and a muse. Their love was built on strength, trust, and the kind of laughter that carries you through life’s hardest seasons. He stood beside her as she pursued her goals and created a family filled with rhythm, color, and legacy.

Tiffany wore many hats—but never lost herself in them. She was proud to be the daughter of Mrs. Kay Cartwright and Mr. William Cartwright, and the beloved granddaughter of Hiroshi and Miwako Shiga and William B. and Charlie Mae Cartwright. Her relationship with her brother, William Cartwright (Larisha), was a lifelong bond of mutual admiration and love—and her nephews, Kenneth, Kaleb, and Kollin, were her pride. Her sister, Steffany Wilhoite (Chase), was her heart’s twin—Tiffany loved her with a fierceness that only sisters can understand. Rather near or far her aunts Regina and Maureen and Cousins Adam, Ashley, Jamel, and Jasmine held a special place in Tiffany's heart.

There was more to Tiffany than what most saw. She was wildly curious, always learning, always growing. She was a fan of gardening, even if her plants didn’t always survive her love. It might surprise some to know that she was also a passionate home cook, often making dishes from scratch, infusing every bite with soul. When the music played—especially if it was Prince—you’d see the sparkle in her eyes that reminded everyone how deeply she felt life.

Her friendships stretched across the years like constellations—Mikah Akech, her childhood ride-or-die; Tania Michel and Natalie Matter, her teen sisters; Christine Hunter, Jacqueline Garcia, and Evie Queeman, her fellow dreamers and sisters in womanhood. These connections were sacred. Tiffany didn’t just keep friends. She kept people grounded, and in doing so, she became unforgettable.

If Tiffany loved you, you didn’t have to wonder. She showed it—in her words, her time, her honesty, her laughter, her fierce loyalty. Her love was real, raw, and healing. She wasn’t perfect, but she was powerful. And to be loved by her was to be reminded that you were never alone.

Though her body rests, Tiffany's energy is eternal. Her laughter still echoes. Her love still heals. Her story still matters. She lives on in the children she raised, the family she uplifted, and the people who will forever speak her name with reverence, joy, and tears.

Rest in grace, Tiffany.

You were, and will always be, our one-of-a-kind light.