My mom was a truly radiant and vibrant person outside of her illnesses. Her humor could get her in trouble—but oh boy, did it make her some great friends and pull her into the right social crowds. She knew how to have a good time back then, and I am lucky to remember many, many good times.
I’m incredibly grateful to have known so many versions of my mother—but there are still so, so many versions of her pre-motherhood or in her outside-of-home persona that I never got to meet and I absolutely love hearing about. She could be a pistol or a flower petal—sometimes both in the same day. 😉
I’m incredibly lucky to have recordings of her laugh and photos of her smile, her Davis dimples will live on in Lucas and me (and many others in the Davis lineage). I, among many others, will miss her smile and her laugh for the rest of my life.
I would love to hear what version of my mom you knew ✨