John Robert ' Bob' Davis

Many a fond memory of my brother of many years ago.. Always caring, always sharing, never letting life pass him by and living on his own terms. Memories of lifting his Karman Ghia (and several other vehicles ) out of the window well of our home, countless Christmas mornings, so many birthdays, hanging out with his friends and bringing home every stray dog within the salt lake area.. My fondest memory, however, was Bob giving mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to a baby chicken when he accidentally fell into his water bowl and drowned. Truly lifeless and mostly dead, Bob gave mouth-to-mouth resuscitation while I used a blow dryer to dry the baby chick off. THIS just so my youngest brother Jim (who had won the chicken in a drawing in kindergarten) would not be heartbroken when he got home from school... thankfully, by the time our youngest brother arrived home, the baby chicken was up and running around. That chicken stayed with us for many years and would spend its days (much to my mothers dismay), perched high on the hanging light fixture in our family room.. in the mornings, the chicken would walk down the driveway with us on our way to school and (as if on cue) turn around and head back to the house. On occasion, an egg or two or three would miraculously be laid in the basement thus securing his position with my mother as a contributing member of the household. It was only many years later we learned that it was actually our older sister planting these eggs so that our mother would think the chicken was actually pulling his own weight! My brother always loved animals and children. They were the innocents and he was always the protector of the innocent. He spoiled my sister,Jill, (the baby of the family) from the day she was born. He absolutely adored her! She shared his love for animals and took over his favorite stuffed dog, Howard, practically from birth.. This was an ongoing joke between them as Howard would be stolen back-and-forth from time to time..His heart, as well as ours, was shattered the day she passed away. I’m sure he is reunited with her now & free of pain. We will miss him greatly! �� Fly high my brother! Give a big hug to dad and Jill! Tell them we love them and miss them! We will see you ALL on the flipside!

Dear Family, What an amazing man! Bob and I last talked as we ran into each other in the Harbor Freight store during Christmas time. We talked about family and he told me that I needed to go see Ruby, that she would welcome me with open arms. He didn't need to tell me though, because he is so proud of who his mother is and I know that she truly would! His smile is so distinctive, as Santa's smile should be. Your family is full of love and, so of course, he and I talked about mom and family for quite sometime, until I had to finish my lunch minute and get back to work. I work for Harley-Davidson. Motorcycles could likely be his second favorite subject (family being first , of course!) He went home on the same day his cousin and my beloved Gary went home. I can imagine the reunion with his Italian family members. I see them talking about Kemmerer Wyoming and Tulio's stick and Ruby's rock. I am forever blessed for spending time with your family. I am grateful for those precious scone days and everything in between. Bob is an amazing, beautiful man because of the family he was blessed to be raised in. May God bless you all during this very difficult time. May He carry you in the palm of His mighty hand and surround you with His angels. Much love and gratefulness, Michelle

We were roommates back in the mid to late ‘70’s. Bob marched to a different drummer and he always kept things interesting. He put on a tough outer shell but everyone knew that inside he was just an old softie. We lost track of one another but I’ll miss you nonetheless now that you’re gone. Rest In Peace my friend. David v. Z.