It is with profound sadness that we announce the passing of Kylie Page, beloved daughter, sister, and friend, who died on Wednesday in Los Angeles at the age of 28.
Born on February 13, 1997 in Tulsa, Oklahoma, Kylie Page was known to many for her vibrant personality, artistic talents, and her work in the adult entertainment industry, where she began performing in 2016. Over nearly a decade, she appeared in more than 200 productions and collaborated with major studios such as Brazzers, Jules Jordan Video, and Vixen Media Group. Known for her warmth, energy, and infectious spirit, Kylie quickly became a recognizable presence and a favorite among fans and colleagues alike.
Beyond her professional life, Kylie was a gifted musician and visual artist, remembered by family for her passion for singing, playing violin and ukulele, and creating art. She had a playful, creative soul and a love for life’s simple joys—like spending sunny days at Hermosa Beach with her younger siblings, laughing, taking photos, and cherishing every moment.
Kylie’s journey was not without struggles. She battled addiction and mental health challenges in recent years and had been candid about her attempts at recovery. Her mother, Aimee, described her daughter as someone who “lit up every room she walked into,” yet quietly carried heavy burdens. In the weeks before her death, Kylie had shown signs of hope and was preparing for a return to work while planning the next chapter of her life.
Her death is suspected to be the result of an accidental overdose, though official reports are still pending. Those closest to her hope her story serves as a reminder of the fragility of life and the importance of compassion, support, and mental health care for those in the spotlight and beyond.
Kylie is survived by her mother Aimee, her brother Christian, her sister Holly, and countless friends and colleagues who will never forget her beauty, resilience, and the kindness she shared with the world.
A private memorial service will be held for family and close friends. In lieu of flowers, the family requests that donations be made in Kylie’s name to organizations supporting mental health and substance abuse recovery.
May she rest in eternal peace.
Kylie of the Golden Sky
(An Epic Elegy for Kylie Page, 1997–2025)
I. The Song of Tulsa
Beneath the open plains she came,
a child of sun and prairie flame.
Born to February’s tender breath,
she danced between the frost and death.
From Tulsa’s heart her laughter rang—
a bell of light, a soul that sang.
Before the city knew her name,
the world had whispered of her flame.
II. The Awakening
She walked where cameras carved the night,
where beauty wove through fragile light.
A decade’s worth of dreams she made,
each frame a world her spirit laid.
Through lens and shadow, joy and pain,
her art defied both loss and shame.
And those who saw her knew the truth:
the soul beneath, eternal youth.
III. The Artist’s Heart
For though her fame was wide and known,
her quiet grace was all her own.
She strummed her uke by ocean’s side,
the waves her muse, the gulls her guide.
Her voice, a wind that healed and burned,
her eyes, where restless visions turned.
In every brushstroke, note, and sigh—
she wrote her will to never die.
IV. The Shadows Gather
But fame is fickle, tender, cruel—
it crowns and cuts; it breaks its jewel.
Beneath the shimmer, silence grew,
a storm that only few men knew.
Addiction’s call, a phantom’s chain,
had bound her light in threads of pain.
Yet still she fought, through night’s despair,
for dawn, for love, for breath, for air.
V. The Final Dawn
Then came the hour, the mortal sleep,
where angels wept and oceans keep.
Los Angeles beneath her feet,
yet heaven closer, soft and sweet.
Her mother’s prayer, her siblings’ cry,
rose upward through the starlit sky.
The world grew still; her voice grew far—
but left its echo in the stars.
VI. The Living Flame
O Kylie, muse of mortal art,
you tore your truth from aching heart.
You showed us beauty’s fragile thread,
the life that sings though sorrow’s fed.
And now, though grief may fill our chest,
your fire still dances in the West.
At Hermosa’s shore, when dusk is near,
your laughter hums — we almost hear.
VII. The Ascension
Go now, child of song and sea,
to where the pain unchains the free.
Your art remains, your colors gleam,
your melody — the endless dream.
And those you loved, though bowed in woe,
shall rise again, for they shall know:
that death is but the final stage
of love’s unending, burning page.
VIII. The Benediction
So rest, sweet Kylie of the golden sky,
the muse whose heart refused to die.
For stars are born from souls like thine—
bright, brief, but endlessly divine.
And when we gaze beyond the veil,
your name rides every comet’s trail.
The heavens hum your soft refrain—
She lived. She loved. She’ll live again.
