Happy 93rd Birthday Granny,

I hope that in heaven are having the time of your life seeing your parents, brother, sister-in-law, grandson, Choo Choo Mamaw and making them all laugh.  I love you so much, think of you every single day and wish I had just one more day with you to see your beautiful smile and play games with you, my worthy adversary.

To my beloved grandmother, Granny

As the day wanes, I hear the rumble in the sky and the drops of rain start to grow louder like my soul, I am receiving questions about my posts to your obituary as if I do not have the right to say what I want to say.  I was silenced for years, but I will not be any longer.  My soul is trembling with grief and this is my outlet to express my grief for you, in my way.  No one should dictate what I say, how I say it and last but not least, when.  You were a wonderful grandmother and great-grandmother, your life should have been celebrated not dismissed as a checkmark.  The Celebration of Life should have been joyous to everyone and greed should have been left out of it, but it wasn’t.  I was not made aware of your Celebration of Life, until an hour before it was scheduled.  Then I realized it was on purpose.  I kept waiting for your obit to be uploaded online but never saw it, because of greed and certain individuals wanting to keep the information from certain people in your life, like me. 

The outcast, the one that stood up for you every time you were sick and needed medical attention, when no one would listen and I knew your cold wasn’t a cold and it turned out to be pneumonia, and a very bad strain.  During COVID your frozen shoulders and elbows were a symptom of your illness progressing, while I kept in touch with Grandad (fearing exposure) and he told me you both were doing great and all was well.  When your tooth broke and your lip became infected, who made the calls – not your husband or your daughter, I was sick from my COVID vaccine and threatened to do something, so I climbed out of my sick bed and made the calls, scheduled the appointments and drove you to the appointment and following surgery.  I am in no way , but it could have been handled differently.  I was certainly not the only one who could have made a simple phone call.  I love you boocoos!

She was most fond of the family that owned the restaurant and always greeted the staff as if they were her own family with kisses and hugs.  Loved their spicy food!

You married the love of your life Charles Maurice Davis.  Your parents David and Mary Myers are on the left and your new in-laws Jeanne and Charles Davis on the right.

She said she always wanted a pig and would come to our house often to visit him and take photos of him.

She loved crossword puzzles and did them daily before her memory started to go.

She always loved the food at the family restaurant in Austin TX.

To my most beloved grandmother, Granny - part 5

Your son Cris stormed in the room asking what the commotion was about, as I explained, he simply pointed to the Ring doorbell camera on the wall facing your bed and said that everything I said would be recorded anyway, he then instructed Charleen and Melani it was okay to leave.  I was there for a little more than 10 minutes as it was all I could bear.  I wanted to crawl in bed with you and stroke your hair, give you kisses and sing to you, but I was not welcome, and was clearly told that once my stay, which had been defined as 30 minutes was up, I would be forced to leave.  As I left, my heart broken, tears of makeup streaming down my face, sobs retching from deep within my soul, I was not sure how I would be able to go on.  I did not even get the notification that you had passed from Cris.  The night you went to heaven, I had a dream about you in my nursery helping me decorate and then in my hospital room when I had my daughter.  I woke at 1am Saturday Feb 15th to a text message from my brother that you had passed the night before my soul trembled in despair, I cried day and night for more than a month, and then off and on since.  Every time I think of you the emotional toll is excruciating.  This week has been especially hard since Feb 10, 2025 was the last day I was allowed to see you, and that day was extremely unpleasant, memories of that day lingering and becoming a dark spot on my soul, the anniversary of your death is today and once again I am thrown into darkness and the skies are sobbing with me.

To my most beloved grandmother, Granny - part 4

I will never forget the travesty of the events leading to the days before you went to heaven – I got a call on Feb 9th 2025, that you only had days left and your death was imminent.  It wasn’t from your husband or any of your children who knew how much I cared and loved both you and Grandad, but my brother, as I had been told that I was no longer allowed to see or contact you by your son Chris aka Cris and hadn’t seen you since Feb 7th 2023 when I learned from your caregiver that Cris was threatening me with a restraining order if I ever contacted you or Grandad again.  I immediately reached out to Cris, even though I had reservations my call would even be welcome, and was told I was only allowed to see you the following day between 10-11am and only for 30 minutes, his house, his rules.  I wanted to spend as much time with you as I could but I wasn’t allowed.  You were surrounded by people that barely spent a handful of days in a given year with you for as long as I can remember and I remember everything.  When I arrived, I was told that Grandad was laying with you and I would have to wait, as if I would have ever wanted to take him from you, so I waited.  While waiting, there were secret conversations going on between Melani, Charleen and the Nurse which I was unable to hear or understand.  To my utter disgust, when I was allowed to enter your room, you were completely out of it and unable to speak, then I was informed that I could not be alone with you to say my goodbye, as Cris’s girlfriend Charleen and my own mother, Melani, refused to let me say my goodbye to you without them being present.  When I complained that everyone had already been there and had their chance to say goodbye, I insisted that what I needed to say to you was none of their business and I should be allowed my privacy.

To my most beloved grandmother, Granny - part 3

During all those years, I played games with you and I enjoyed challenging you to see if you could beat me and you did many times, once I reminded you how to play the game before you made a move.  We played Go Fish, Connect 4, and matching shapes and colors for hours.  I know your brain was taxed and when you would drain, we would watch Judge Judy, Ellen, and Wheel of Fortune.  Those days were the most precious and I can only compare them to when you helped me stencil on the walls of my nursery for my first-born daughter, then when you came to the hospital and volunteered to go into surgery with me in place of my husband because I was having a c-section due to her being breech.  You loved being the first one to hold her and show her off to my husband’s family while in the hospital nursery.  You cared for her once a week on Wednesdays for 2-3 hours when the other children at her daycare went to Barnes & Noble story time, I have printed pictures by the thousands because you made two copies, one set for you and one set for me every single week until she was 13 months old.  Then years later when you had your hip replaced, my daughter spent her summers with you, and the two of you bonded because of genetic shared creativity through crafting and art, creating all kinds of drawings, clay models and other art, which I still have today.

To my most beloved grandmother, Granny - part 2

When you started to forget things long ago, I was patient, empathetic and understanding.  I spent countless days researching your illness, while no one else seemed to comprehend no matter what I told them, showed them the research and testing you had been given.  I begged your family to show you kindness, empathy and understanding because it was not your fault that you forgot and kept asking the same question every couple of minutes, you were not doing it because you wanted to make them mad, you had an illness that I had experience with and they did not.  I worried for you, that on those days when you were coherent and the light shown in, your heart would break at how you were treated.

When you were diagnosed with mouth cancer in Dec 2016, Grandad became your fulltime caregiver.  Over the next few months, he suddenly realized that your illness was advanced and how hard it would be to care for you and expressed that he did not want that for himself.  I told him not to worry that I would be there to help take care of you.  I suggested a caregiver but he would not allow it.  Even though I had a full-time demanding job, every weekend I did the housework, cleaned, organized, laundered all your bedding and clothing and stayed with you while Grandad walked the dogs or ran errands.

To my most beloved grandmother, Granny- part 1,

Today February 14th, 2026 is one year since you went to heaven and not a single day goes by that I do not grieve seeing your smile, receiving your kisses, hearing your laughter or you sneaking your pinky out instead of your middle finger when someone said something you did not like.  It’s pouring rain today, which only emulates my sorrow – the sky is crying.

Choo Choo Mamaw, your mother-in-law taught me empathy and patience for individuals with dementia at age 12 when she moved in with us after she was unable to live alone in her home.  I took care of her for over four years when she only wanted her great granddaughter “Christine”, giving her baths, putting in her eye drops to treat her glaucoma and earning a quarter for giving her a mani-pedi once a week.  I was her companion and promised her that in her old age I would move in with her and take care of her hoping to escape the violence in my home.  When she moved in, she was the escape from my abusive father and I sheltered with her in her room to escape the abuse.  I played with the Alsatian dolls she brought from France and loved looking through her photo albums in the bottom drawer of her secretary.  I walked with her to prevent her from getting lost and was her companion daily and when we went out of town, the two of us hand in hand walking the country side.

She really enjoyed going on walks and being out in the sun!

Even in her last days she kept a smile on, she always made jokes and was so very loving and caring. I enjoyed the time I got to spend with Patsy and I miss her dearly she was very loved and loving and the angles above are very blessed to have a soul like hers to join them! May God bless and keep watch over the family.

My deepest condolences to the Davis family during this difficult time. It’s truly humbling to have known such a wonderful family, and I feel blessed to have crossed paths with you all. I wish I had the opportunity to meet and share beautiful moments with your beloved mom before her passing, but I trust that God’s plan is always greater than our own.  

May her soul rest in perfect and everlasting peace, and may her love and legacy continue to shine brightly through the lives she touched. My thoughts and prayers are with you all as you navigate this loss. May you find strength, comfort, and healing in the cherished memories you hold dear.  

With heartfelt sympathy,  
Angelina

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Patsy Lee Davis

March 29, 1933 – February 14, 2025

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