William Davis

Dear Brother Bill, I cannot believe that it has been ten years. Your presence, and our shared past, lives on in my heart and in my head--maybe that means that you live on in my soul. I am so glad that we took that last trip to Yosemite with Fred and Greg, and that I have some photos from those special days. I remember camping there long ago, with Mom, Dad, and Jerry, while Aunt Peggy (and maybe Grandma Heaton?) stayed in a cabin or hotel. Peace, dear Bill

Dear brother Bill, I still miss you and think of you each day. I miss being able to just pick up the phone and talk to you. You were always on my side. You made the world a better place, and your spirit lives on in the memories of the many friends whose lives you touched.

Thank you all for your kind words and support since Bill's death February 8th. Bill was an amazingly kind and thoughtful human being, whose love, steadfastness, and efforts for friends were always without reservation and without fanfare. His presence is missed by so many; his memory lives on for his great and good deeds, his kind heart and humble demeanor, and his brilliant brain. Rest in peace, Love of my life.

Thank-you everyone, for the memories of my dear brother Bill. When he was first diagnosed, I told him that he had many friends who cared about him. He said that yes, he was lucky that way. I replied that it wasn't luck; he had many friends because he was who he was. I will share some memories at the service for him next weekend. I can't tell you how sad it is that he has gone. He made the world a better place, and I could not have asked for a better brother.

We met Bill during his days at Johns Hopkins. I remember his fascination with city planning. He and my husband, Andy, played violin and piano sonatas, which were a joy to hear.

Ever the gentleman, I astonished him one time with a rather rude epithet... We were playing Scrabble and he took the spot I was eyeing to play all my letters.

We will miss his gentle spirit.

Bill was known to Cheryl and me through my long friendship with Fred Fox; they both honored us by playing and warming the spirits at our wedding in 2009. He will be greatly missed.

Bill and I were high school classmates in Williamsburg, VA. We were friends for many years, during college and afterwards. I came to San Diego in 1973 at Bill's suggestion (I had returned to the US after a 2-yr. sojourn in Munich, Germany). I was only going to visit him for 2-3 wks. and I'm still here. At the time Bill was living in a small cottage in then funky, hippie north Mission Beach.
We had many good times together over the years and many laughs.
I shared Bill's love of...

Bill and I were roommates our freshman year at Hopkins. I've so many fond memories of our times together, I wouldn't know where to begin. My deepest and most heartfelt condolences to his family and loved ones. I'll miss him profoundly.