Today we say goodbye to a man who was known by many as either a husband, a father, a brother or a friend. At 3:31 am on Wednesday, June 8th, we said goodbye to our dad, Fred Davis as he passed into his next chapter surrounded by his family. After fighting through some illnesses since November, he finally succumbed to a bout of pneumonia. Dad was a man who was passionate about his family, friends, fishing, golfing and aviation (not necessarily always in that order).
He was born on June 22, 1934 in Philadelphia to Archer & Helen Davis. He excelled in athletics during his early years and his fascination for aviation led him to join the USAF which started his career in flying. He continued in the cockpit for the next 30+ years as a pilot for Delta Airlines.
Dad retired to Lake Wylie, SC where he enjoyed talking with his hands and telling stories at the club. From the “One Eye Open” gang to the fishing off the dock with his grandchildren, he and Bonnie truly enjoyed the time spent with everyone in River Hills.
He was preceded in death by his parents and brothers, John and Jim Davis. His is survived by his brother Dick; children Susan (Rich); sons David, Stephen and Michael; four grand kids; and two great grand kids.
Per dad’s wishes, he will be cremated and his ashes divided among his survivors. He requested not to have any celebrations or gatherings but raise a toast in his memory. Consider all outstanding “marks” to be settled in full. You know who you are.
We love you Dad. You will be missed.
In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to a charity of your choice.