"Happy Birthday My Son"You are Loved and Missed So Very Much,I'm sure though,Your celebrating your Birthday with Gramps and Gram,Uncle David,Dad,Family and Friends,Although We wish You were here With Us!! You know How Hard it is for Me(Your Mother)to Deal with this(As,I still can't Believe Your gone)because as You see me cry

There is not a day that goes by that I don't think of you, and the hole that was shot through my heart nine years ago, today, is left unsealed. Having you for a brother gave a feeling of solace that only we would understand. I will never forget when I was about ten(so you were six or seven) and sitting on the top of the stairs crying, upset about something, you sat right next to me and put your hand on mine and asked me what was wrong and you started to cry just because I was sad. I had never seen that kind of empathy before. We were so close and I was one of your biggest fans. I loved going to your games- be it baseball, hockey, football, or basketball-taking pictures of your hook shot. You should have been destined for greatness-maybe you were. You have touched the hearts and lives of so many people and you will always be my son Jack's favorite Uncle Dave. I believe that you have to know how much you are missed and I will love you forever. When I see you again we will catch up- but I gotta tell you Jack is a lot like you-I know you would be proud.

One of my more fonder memories of “Little Dave”, as I sometimes called him, was his love for baseball. Little Dave really loved any ball…but baseball was his passion. And even on the days when I would come over to see his sister, like a pesky little brother, he would always ask to go out and play ball and I would.

During the summer, the Davis homestead would play host to many backyard ball games. It was a big deal to us kids…the proving grounds for our athletic ability…the chance to pick your dream team amongst the kids from Hog Island and our seasonal friends from Canada.

There were a few occasions were Little Dave and I would conspire to be on the same team. But to the contrary of his reasoning…I needed him more than he needed me on his team. You see despite being the older boy, in a way, I looked up to Little Dave. Even though I was the bigger kid, he was fearless when it came to baseball. So I looked up to Little Dave because he was good at everything I wasn’t.

Sure I could generate more moving air over plate…the key to hitting was to make contact with the ball! Where Little Dave would always get a hit. He also had style on the mound…as if he was mimicking his favorite pitcher. And no ball was too high or too fast for Little Dave. Once he called me an “igit”, like “digit without the “d” as a result of my poor attempt to field a pop fly. With one knee in the air, head down and both arms extended and crossed over head…like by some miracle the ball would find it’s way to the glove. THUMP…like a meteor…the ball impacted into the soft ground about 4 feet from me! YOU IGIT…said Little Dave.

So when the time comes…pick me…as I look forward to being on your team once again Little Dave.

Love and miss you…”Hill Bill” (just one of the many pet names Little Dave gave me!)

I was just thinking of My brother today, and how much I miss him. I hope your well and doing the things you were not able to do here with us. We all love you and know you are watching over us. That makes me feel better knowing that.

We miss you so much David so wish you were here with us.......I hope you are at peace .....Happy 4th of July! Love you RIP bro