Richard Elliot "Dick" Davis : Born October 3, 1946 - Died April 17, 2011
by Elizabeth Davis
Richard Elliot "Dick" Davis passed away after a heroic fought battle with pancreatic cancer.
Dick was the son of Robert and Roberta Davis. He is survived by his ex-wife, Lannie Jo Davis, son Rich Davis, daughter Elizabeth "Cissy" Davis, daughter-in-law Christine Davis, beloved granddaughter, Taegan Davis, brother Tom Davis, sister-in-law Emily Davis, sister Sue Bearman and several nieces and nephews.
Dad grew up in Atlanta, Georgia. He pitched for Oglethorpe University and was a true Southpaw. After college, Dad served four-years in the Air Force during the Vietnam Conflict at Mountain Home AFB, located in Idaho. He was Honorably Discharged. He met and married Lannie Jo Davis in 1970 in Winnemuca, Nevada. After 18 years of living in Boise, Idaho, Dad moved to North Carolina where he met and married his second wife, Dawn Dunn Davis. After Dawn's sudden and sad passing in an automobile accident, Dad moved to Athens, Georgia, to spend time with his children and grandchild. He loved the University of Georgia's Bulldawgs! Eventually, Dad moved back to North Carolina, where he worked at Oneida Plastics and settled in the golf community of Pinehurst. Dad made several wonderful friends, loved to work and spent many of his weekends golfing!
Dad was a hardworking man. When not working, you would find him on any golf course. He loved to read and spoiled his two pups, sweet Gizmo and the adorable and spunky Six Pack (who had six toes). Dad was a long time fan of the Atlanta Braves, the Atlanta Falcons and of course, the Georgia Bulldawgs! He loved the game of baseball and coached his son's baseball team for many years. He was a perfectionist, spending hours upon hours building furniture, dabbling in art and creating model airplanes.
Dad was an intelligent, generous, humble, irreverent and gentle soul. He was quite reserved but once he opened up, watch out! He adored his granddaughter, Taegan and would spend his vacations visiting her in Georgia and then, Colorado.
When his own kids were small, we would watch "Little House on the Prairie" often as a family. Occassionally, our stoic Dad might get a bit teary. He would always say "I've got something in my eye...allergies." And push away the tear. That was our Dad.
Dad didn't ask for much, perhaps a warm Southern day golfing, a good book and a bowl of his favorite mints, a habit he took up after quitting smoking. Dad loved life and wasn't ready to say goodbye. He fought hard until the end, but lost the battle to the greedy cancer.
Dad was our hero, a man who rarely complained. Our Dad, Coach, Grandfather, friend, confidant, our "Cone", will be greatly and sorely missed. His light will continue to shine through his children and granddaughter. We will miss you Pappy, Cone, dear friend...we will miss you Daddy.