My heart aches as I write this. My father, Fulton Davis, passed of “natural causes” on July 17th, early in the morning. He was back home in West Virginia at the time of his death, and I know he was at peace. The funny thing about life is that you don’t know how to live it until you experience death. My mother committed suicide in 2007 and it rocked the both of our worlds forever. My dad never remarried, he never dated, he waited all of those years to reunite with my mother, and it’s beautiful that they get to spend eternity together. I am overwhelmingly happy for them.Myself, I have had no shortage of death in my life, my aunt, brother & father were within 4 years of each other and this part of my life has been the hardest. Even in the last moments I had with my dad, he always made sure I knew he loved me, he always made sure we were good, and he did everything in his power to show up for me. He decided to take care of me instead of sending me away to foster care, he decided to remain strong and keep his head on straight in order to get me where I needed to go. His contributions to my life are things I will cherish forever.He was a brilliant musician and songwriter. He played with bands like Bahama Mama etc and made music his entire life. He loved to tell me the story about how he hitchhiked to a Yes concert when he was a teenager, and how his love for music started really young. He spent countless hours playing music for me, teaching me about the things he loved, broadening my horizons. I was not the only one effected by this, he had an amazing support system of family members and friends that have helped him and taught him how to love himself and others better. He always made sure everyone was safe, secure, and had a smile on their face. His energy filled every room & his voice carried through the walls. He did everything in his power to help others whether that be by teaching them how to do something or getting up and doing the work for them; he was such a strong and influential individual, and I regret not appreciating that more in my earlier years of life.Over the past year we connected on a deeper level and really contributed to breaking our generational curses, healing, and learning how to communicate. He worked really hard to ensure our connection was strong and secure, and I just want to say that it was one of the best experiences of my life, he even told me so verbatim before his passing. I am very bad at asking for help especially in situations like this, because death is the norm for me and I’ve becomes almost desensitized to it. That’s the lesson. Know when you need help and ask for it when you realize it. My heart is broken, my mind is in shambles. I am the last of my kind. Only child with very minimal family. My dad was the “black sheep” and didn’t really connect with his family, so it was just me and him, which is why I’m asking for help.Money raised will be contributed to a plane tickets, a lovely service, cremation, and eventually, I’d like to take his ashes and turn them into a vinyl with his favorite songs on it. He did everything for me, and now it’s time to give back.I love you dad, thank you for the greatest gift of all, which was you. I’d do anything to hear you sing or play again. Until we meet again.
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