Dean Davis

Dean spent 12 years making my mom, my brother and I, our entire family, happy. He was torn from this world in an instant, and while it happened unexpectedly, I’m happy he didn’t suffer. But that doesn’t mean we will not suffer here without him.

Any time there was something that needed fixing, Dean was there.

Whenever a car or bike broke down, Dean was there.

Sometimes, it was for someone he didn’t even know. There are countless stories of him stopping to help people, with no other motive than to give someone assistance.

Perhaps it was also an opportunity for him to spark a conversation. The man loved to talk. He could — and would — start a conversation with anyone, anywhere, about anything.

Homeless? Dean was ready to chat.

Police officer? Dean had his words ready to go.

Standing in line to pay for groceries? Dean was making friends.

He was one of the friendliest guys I’ve ever had the opportunity to meet, and I was fortunate enough to have him as a step father.

Dean loved my mother; she likes to say they had a storybook love story, but they had their shortcomings like everyone else of course. But that’s how love works; it takes effort and it’s work. And Dean was never afraid to work at it to make sure my mother was happy.

She worked at it too, of course. But Dean, he always went over and beyond. I remember she would be mid-sentence asking for him to do something and he’d hop up from his chair and stop whatever he was doing to go handle whatever it was.

He loved making my mom happy; that’s the kind of man he was.

And he was always there for me and my brother. Any time we needed anything, he was always happy to help. He was a giving person and could be so selfless.

Even after his passing, we’ve had situations come to the light that show his selfless nature.

Around 1 week after his passing, a woman stopped by the house. She asked if a pressure washer lived there, and after confirming, she told my mom about how Dean had been driving by their house with his pressure cleaning rig and noticed her husband pressure cleaning his walkway with a small pressure cleaner that would’ve have taken over an hour to finish. He hopped out of his truck, told him “I can do this in less than 5 minutes,” and proceeded to do it. After, he refused to take any money.

That’s just the kind of guy Dean was.

Needless to say but we have to say it anyway, Dean will be missed wholeheartedly by me, my family, and his friends. He will remain alive through us as we continue to hold him close in our memories.

May his memory be a blessing.