My name is Cynthia Ford-Davis, and I have the pleasure of being Mike’s aunt. Before Mike passed, Mike and I used to get together a couple of times a month – doing chores and talking about life, church, work, projects, etc. One day, we were riding down the street, and Mike noticed two women, one older, struggling to carry a piece of furniture down a flight of steps. He had me go back around so he could ask them if they needed help. That’s who he was – helpful. And playful. Seafood lover. Quiet – but he said a lot through his actions.
I watched Mike grow from a little boy to a God-fearing, God loving, trusting in God man. Someone who enjoyed his life and enjoyed sharing it with others. A truly encouraging person I have the privilege to call my nephew, friend, and brother.