Pamela Jo Davis

I still think of Pam often. When we beat Ohio State I imagined Pam cheering excitedly and being so proud of " her team". She was one of my very dearest college friends, I saw her a short while before she passed from this life, while watching my daughter play volleyball ( Wisconsin) against Michigan. We had our last time together at Starbucks that weekend and in my heart I knew that it was my last good bye. Love you Pam. Go Blue!

I just happened upon this notice and am so shocked and saddened to hear this news. I would like to express my sincere condolences to Pam's family. We met Pam when we moved into a house a couple of doors away in August of 1993. Pam was always smiling, so enthusiastic, warm and welcoming. We would connect over raking leaves, shoveling snow and of course to talk about the latest football game. We have since moved away from Ann Arbor but remember Pam as a lovely, lovely person.

It saddened me to see the death notice for Pamela in the Michigan Alumnus Magazine. I want to express my belated condolences to her family and many friends. I first noticed Pamela's interest in hockey thirty-three years ago at the NCAA Championship game between Michigan and Wisconsin at the Olympia. Perhaps I will see her again watching a Michigan hockey game in a more heavenly venue. La mort n'a peut-être pas plus de secrets à nous révéler que la vie?

I met Pam through a mutual friend in the mid eighties. We attended a local conversational French group. We shared a great love of French and Hockey; of course her sports loves went way beyond that. Pam was always a kind, cheerful soul. I was not religious at the time, but I respected her deep spiritual convictions. She was always a great host to and guest of our French Group meetings. I had the opportunity to visit her classroom and speak to her students for Dental
Health Month. I...

I first met Pam when she bought her house across the street from my parents' home on Cherokee Road in Ann Arbor. She was a wonderful neighbor. During the months that my mother was dying from cancer, Pam would appear at the door with cookies and a smile. I enjoyed visiting with her, as we were both elementary teachers and so had lots to talk about. My father sometimes took care of Pam's beloved cats while she was away. Later, when my father, too, was dying from cancer, Pam again was a support...