Quinn Avery Kimmel
May 3, 2025 – October 29, 2026
If you knew my Quinny, you probably got the side-eye at least once. She thought she was so funny when she did it, which made it even harder to keep a straight face. She loved bubbles, boys, and any commotion her twin sister, Harper, was responsible for. And of all the things people could bring her, one of her favorites was ChapStick.
I’m Sarah Kimmel, and I’m Quinn’s mama. I got to know all the little things about her. I knew how much she loved her binky, her Little Sleepies sheets, and her blankies. I got to see her ride her Highland cow and learn to sit up on her own. I remember the first time I got to take her outside. And I remember how good it felt to have her tucked in beside me, with Bob’s Burgers or Bluey on and nowhere else I wanted to be.
Quinn and Harper were born together on May 3, 2025, in Salt Lake City. So much of their time together happened in a hospital room, and I loved getting to see them just be sisters. Harper could be causing an absolute ruckus, and Quinny was perfectly happy to let her carry on. I’ll always be glad I got to see the two of them play together. I wish they could have had a thousand more days like that.
Quinn was born with a heart condition and spent her whole life in the hospital. We waited and hoped for a heart transplant, but a heart didn’t come in time. She died on October 29, 2026, just days shy of turning 18 months old. I wish I could have brought her home. I wish I could hear her babble again. I miss being able to reach over and put my hand on her.
Quinny will always be loved by me, her mama, Sarah Kimmel, her dad, Kyle Kimmel, her twin sister, Harper, and her grandparents, Ann Bauer, Charles Bauer, and Christine Kimmel. She was loved by so many people who made room for her in their lives, even if they only ever knew her through the stories I shared.
We’ll celebrate Quinn’s life on Saturday, November 14, 2026, at 1 p.m. at Larkin Mortuary in Salt Lake City, Utah. Anyone who loved her is welcome. If you have a Team Quinn shirt, please wear it. If you have a story about her, I’d love to hear it, especially if it’s one that’ll make me laugh.
And when you hear “Hey Jude,” think of my girl. It was her favorite. I’ll always think of the way it felt to hold her while it played.
I love you, Quinny. I’m so glad I get to be your mama.