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In Solemn Ritual, the Davises
Bid Final Farewell to Dollie Troy Davis
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Atlanta - Family and friends of the Davises bid farewell to Dollie "Troy" Davis, who was laid to rest in the historic Westview Cemetery.
In spring sunshine family and friends walked into Friendship Baptist Church. A line of pall bearers and flower bearers nieces and nephews of Dollie Davis accompanied the coffin, which was lined with a copy of Da Vinci’s representation of the Lord’s Last Supper.
The funeral processional was led by members of Atlanta’s police department to Westview Cemetery through the historic black college and university corridor. Leading the mourners were Davis's three children by her late husband, Michael DeMond Davis, Michelle DeMond Davis, Derwin Andrea Davis, and Rebecca Hope Davis
Three white doves representing the holy trinity were released during interment. Wreathes of flowers covered Davis's grave and were arranged around the interment seating.
Dollie Davis was educator in the Atlanta Public Schools until the late 1980's. and the daughter of the late Luther Smith and Maude Johnson Smith. She died on March 13, 2005 after battling lung cancer.
The Davises hosted an afternoon reception for over a hundred guests after the funeral. A requiem memorial mass in St Albans for residents of Washington, D.C is scheduled on March 24, 2005.
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We would like to extend our sincere gratitude for all the love and support we have received during this period of loss and grief. It is not easy losing a mother. We see her in our everyday movements and thoughts, so strong, so loving.We would like to extend special thoughts of gratitude to the following:
- Dr. Cohn, St. Josephs Hospital;
- Dr. Dvasky,St. Josephs Hospital;
- Dr. Wiggens, St. Josephs Hospital;
- St. Josephs Hospital staff;
- Nursecare of Buckhead;
- Rev. William V. Guy, Friendship Baptist Church;
- Deacon John Blackshear; Friendship Baptist Church;
- Friendship Baptist Church Congregation, Atlanta, Ga;
- St. Albans Church Congregation, Washington, D.C;
- Metropolitan Church Congregation, Atlanta, Ga;
- Bishop Jules Smith;
- Pastor Valeria Persons;
- Katti Gray;
- Debbie and Greg Myren;
- Neha Pania;
- Vickie Owens;
- Colin McGregor;
- Jaqueline Fortune;
- Tina Waid;
- Esmerelda Garza;
- Jose Medina;
- Dr. Annie Lee Northern Smith;
- Eric V. Northern;
- Marguerite Davis;
- Miriam Nason;
- DeMond Nason;
- The Honorable Saxby Chambliss;
- The Honorable Sonny Purdue;
- The Honorable John Lewis;
- The Honorable Andrew Young;
- The Ghadiri Family;
- Board of Advisors, John P. Davis Collection;
- Christina Thorpe Ramon;
- Alvin Johnson;
- The Smith Family;
- Mario Maddox;
- The Robinson Family;
- Dr. Harvey Smith;
- Dr. Jane Smith ;
- Elizabeth Leake;
- Giuseppe L'astorina;
- Maximillien De Lafayette
- Jaqueline Hassanzadeh
- Mariam Heydari
- Suzanne Stephens
- The Taylor Family
- Mark McGregor
- Victor Medina
- Dr.Lois Moreland
- Dr. Kenneth Wynn
- Mr. Metz
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If by Rudyard Kipling ( My mother's favorite Poem)
IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
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