Michael Davis Was My Little Friend

Heaven gained a Hero on Saturday May 9, 2011 when Michael Davis selflessly gave his life to rescue a child who had fallen into the treacherous Brazos River.

Michael Davis…Devoted Husband, Loving Father, Cherished Son, Idolized Big Brother, and Incredible Coach! Today many are remembering Michael Davis the adult but my most precious memories of Michael were of him as a Little Boy!

We bought our very first home in Angleton Texas and it wasn’t long after we moved there while working in the back yard, I met Michael. He was the cutest blond-headed blue-eyed boy EVER! When we first met he was very shy… each time I said hello to him at the fence he began to warm up to me. Then before I knew it every time I came outside, Michael would run to the fence to tell me hello and talk my ear off. He was adorable!

Then one day his mom was outside and she and I finally got to meet over the fence. Each time we would visit the conversations got longer and longer. We would pass our kids back and forth over the fence so they could play together. Then one day we decided the kids were getting to heavy to lift so we unfastened the chain link fence and rolled a section back so we could access each others yards. The kids were elated! Especially Michael!!!

Michael would come over frequently…often without his mom knowing about it. Shhhhhh… we never told her! Richard (my husband) would be watching TV and would get the sensation he was being watched. Sure enough, Michael would be standing outside with his little hands cupped around his eyes peeking through our sliding glass door. Richard would announce…”Babe, Michael’s here”. I would open the sliding glass door and he would walk right in, sit in his usual spot on the end of the couch and watch TV with Richard, our girls, and me. Of course we would always leave the door cracked so we could hear his momma calling him.  I believe he loved this so much because it was something he was able to do solo…separate from his sisters Leigh and Kelly who were twins just a year younger than he was. Sometimes, a guy just needs a break!

About the time Michael went to Kindergarten I began to babysit children in our home. Every day Michael’s mom would come over, visit,  help me serve lunch and get the kids down for their naps so Michael would spend half a day in my home during the school year and the better part of the day during summer months. We did a lot of fun things with the kids. One activity was a parade around the block and Michael led the pack on the BIG WHEEL…

 

We also celebrated all Birthdays together…Michael poor thing was always surrounded by girls and all the emotions that went with them!

We had great times and made wonderful memories playing in the back yard…

Michael moved across town, grew up, went to college, pursued a career, got married, and had children. While Michael was to some a Son, Brother, Husband, Dad, or Coach. To me…

Michael Davis Was My Little Friend!

Please join me in praying for Michael’s Family today and in the days to come…God Bless You My Precious Friends!

Love Lee ♥

2 thoughts on “Michael Davis Was My Little Friend

  1. Thanks for sharing…….Coach Davis coached both of my boys…..He will be missed by so many people. He has left behind many people who’s lives he has touched or impacted in someway or another . R.I.P. Coach Davis

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